Art and movie

The sloppy, absent-minded “Premonition” is a step back in time and a giant leap backward for Sandra Bullock.

A bombastic spectacle of honor and betrayal, “300” is about as violent as “Apocalypto” and twice as stupid.

A documentary grab bag of film clips, diary readings and desultory narration, “A Journey of Dmitry Shostakovich” peeks at the politics of this controversial composer.

The documentaries “Blockade” and “Amateur Photographer” offer a devastating look at World War II-era atrocities.

“Beyond the Gates,” a harrowing recounting of the 1994 Rwandan genocide, packs a hard punch.

A date that begins with the salacious movie “Exterminating Angels” is likely to end up either in bed or in court.

“The Host” is a loopy, feverishly imaginative genre hybrid about the demons that haunt us from without and within.

“Border Post” is a profane and playful military drama about boredom, duty and the consequences of reckless lust.

The main thing about the guys in “Wild Hogs” — the main source of the movie’s fumbling attempts at humor — is that they’re not gay. Really. Seriously. No way.

David Fincher’s magnificently obsessive new film, “Zodiac,” is part police procedural, part monster movie, a funereal entertainment that is a testament to this cinematic savant’s gifts.