These are the dog days of January, the poor put-upon month used by studios as a dumping ground for product considered too lethally toxic for release during those real moviegoing months -- December, say, when audiences are buzzed on two weeks of vacation and award-contenders do their Oscar striptease and reveal the true meaning of Christmas is a happy Harvey Weinstein. But the dog days have made way for the kangaroos, and were it not for the involvement of producer Jerry Bruckheimer, who has made billions by conning millions into believing they can't live without his celluloid... More >>>