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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.