There's but one new wide release this weekend -- the dank graphic novel version of I, Frankenstein starring a torqued Aaron Eckhart -- and it's not even screening for critics because, why bother?

As the title to critic Jonathon Rosenbaum's newest collection of writings instructs: Goodbye Cinema, Hello Cinephilia. As though the holiday season weren't already a minefield for nostalgia traps, ...