“There was never just one.” Well, that’s a nifty way to explain why Matt Damon isn’t in the latest installment of the Jason Bourne franchise, The Bourne Legacy. Damon’s out, and Jeremy Renner is in as another victim and/or participant in shady Project Treadstone. This first stylized trailer (complete with Inception-esque “brannngsss” and “brrahhhhmmms”) introduces us to Renner’s character – a bruiser from Reno who is on the run after showing some impressive stuff to all those government heavies who’ve gone through this already with Jason Bourne. Don’t you think Joan Allen‘s Pam Landy is just exhausted by now? Join the program and check out the trailer for The Bourne Legacy after the break.

The interpretation of art is tricky. In fact, most great works of art are the trickiest because what makes them great is that they can mean different things to different people. Such is the overwhelming theme of Rob Epstein’s excellent film, Howl.

Struggling to find his mojo in the theater, Paul Giamatti turns to a radical procedure that will help him get rid of that which is holding him back — his soul.

Kevin Carr reviews the movies the studios didn’t allow him to see early this week: Taken and The Uninvited.

Neil has returned from Park City, but he’s decompressing from his fruitful Sundance trip. So Kristin Dreyer Kramer from NightsAndWeekends.com braved the Ohio snow and ice to make a trip to the Magical Studio in the Sky to join in this week’s fun.

A wildly imaginative and ambitious piece of science fiction, Sophie Barthes’ Cold Souls, anchored by a very strong performance from Paul Giamatti, could just be one of the more peculiar, conversation-inducing films of this year’s Sundance Film Festival.

Instead of releasing a bunch of horror films and thrillers in the month of October, the powers that be in Hollywood have decided to release the trailers for their horror films in October, and release the actual horror films in January and February.

It looks as if Nancy Botwin will be dealing her “MILF Weed” to the beatnik brigade in the upcoming Allen Ginsberg biopic.

My Blueberry Nights is the first American film from director Wong Kar-Wai, which actually feels like three short films cobbled together. Great cast and some decent acting, but they feel like student films. Ouch.

Seeing how the film has already received a 76 percent approval at Rottentomatoes, this is an early contender for the most overrated film of the early year. Apparently it was okay, for once, for critics to check their brains in at the door. I guess I didn’t get the memo.