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We all know that there is nothing better than a really good villain. Who doesn't love a good bad guy? Darth Vader is a superstar in moody black, Hannibal Lecter seduces with freaky whispers about fava beans, shoot, even the dear, late Alan Rickman had his breakthrough as the scene-stealing bad guy in Die Hard. So when you have a movie that is ALL about bad guys, it seems like it should inherently be good, if not great. Well it isn't even close.

Like so many of us, Patrick makes a bunch of really bad decisions, but like many gays, he has his chosen family to pick him up and brush him off... and that is a good thing.

It seems that if Jason Bourne is still trying to figure out who he is, that maybe they might try making a Bourne movie that puts some "soul" in his soul-searching.

I very much enjoyed this third Bourne installment, mainly because it sticks to a very clean, simple plot—rogue agent Jason Bourne (Matt Damon) hunts for the man (Albert Finney) holding the key to his past—and crams it to the rafters with action and mind-boggling stunt choreography.

I’m not sure I feel quite right about reviewing The Bourne Supremacy. After all, I had to watch a good third of the movie with my eyes closed. Why, you ask? Was it scary? Gruesome? Did Barbara Hershey suddenly appear a cameo? No.

You can thank director Peter Greengrass’s affection for nausea-inducing hand-held camerawork for my averted eyes. Let me put it to you this way: the action onscreen was so herky-jerky, so bouncy, so out of control that it makes The Blair Witch Project look like it was filmed with a Steadi-cam. I had to look away or risk heaving.

In typical Hope Valley fashion, when it rains, it pours in Season 3 of When Calls the Heart.