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Gentlemen Broncos (PG-13)

20th Century Fox Home Entertainment

Now that hipsters have thrown their old "Vote for Pedro" shirts into Goodwill bags, the Napoleon Dynamite craze has died, leaving the film to be viewed on its own merits. It, like director Jared Hess' follow-up, Nacho Libre, still holds up enjoyably well. Hess' latest, the expectedly quirky Gentlemen Broncos, follows those same lines nicely. It begins with the theft and plagiarism of a young sad-sack, home-schooled, amateur sci-fi writer's latest tome, Yeast Lords. The thief is the hilariously pretentious Dr. Ronald Chevalier, brilliantly caricatured by solo Conchord Jemaine Clement. (Also, look for an unrecognizable Sam Rockwell as the Bronco in fantasy segments!) This could have been a nice-sized Dynamite-like hit, but it skipped theaters altogether, which is a total shame. Louis Fowler


Up in the Air (R)

Paramount Pictures

Ryan Bingham lives his life as if he were in a suave TV commercial for "simulated hospitality." He looks great, all the time (because he's George Clooney), and loves the "swipe, swipe, swipe" of credit cards and frequent-flier cards in electronic readers, because they inspire service employees to be "happy" to see him. That's fine, because he's gone before having to develop any real connection. So when he's pulled off the road by his employer, he's horrified to lose that. What happens when the man who prefers fake loyalty to the real thing starts to wonder about the wisdom of that? Is it too late to change? Director Jason Reitman (Thank You for Smoking, Juno), gives us a thrill of recognition, along with clever wit and easy dazzle, in this effortless re-imagining of the screwball comedies of old. MaryAnn Johanson


Possession (PG-13)

20th Century Fox Home Entertainment

How long is too long until you sleep with your comatose husband's brother? I could keep my pants on for at least a year or so, but if Possession is to be believed, one should only wait about ... a week or two ... maybe? In defense of Jess (Sarah Michelle Gellar), she thinks that her vegetated husband's spirit has possessed the "bad boy" brother. Yep, that makes sense. I'll make sure to try that when my brother dies, knock on wood. This is really nothing more than Gellar continuing a string of Asian-remake flops — this time directed by Joel Bergvall and Simon Sandquist, and needing two very justifiable years to get released. Overlong at 89 minutes and unbelievably overwrought given its ridiculous premise, this would have been better suited as a made-for-the-CW Movie of the Week. Louis Fowler

Bitch Slap (NR)

20th Century Fox Home Entertainment

Looking for some utterly reprehensible, socially irresponsible, comically adolescent, balls-to-the-wall, Russ Meyer-worshiping, girl-on-girl-versus-girl action? Then Bitch Slap will knock you on your ass in no time! This is the movie that Quentin Tarantino's Death Proof should have been. Three tough, buxom, sapphic ladies (Julia Voth, Erin Cummings, America Olivo) — a superspy bombshell, a tough-as-nails criminal, and a dumb-as-rocks stripper with a secret — all converge in the desert with a seemingly unknown agenda, which leads to numerous gunfights, catfights and, um, water-hose fights. Xena veteran Rick Jacobson directs with a witty, gratuitous lens that understands and lovingly cradles all the exploitation clichés of sex and violence, without ever having to rationalize it. Louis Fowler

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