Milan’s box office picks and new on DVD

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Now Playing:

“Getaway” – Summer action movies don’t get any more generic or instantly forgettable/disposable than this all-thumbs “Taken” wannabe starring Ethan Hawke (who should know better), Selena Gomez (who probably doesn’t) and Jon Voight (who should have just done everyone a favor and vanished from the face of the earth after 2008’s “An American Carol”). How this skipped a straight-to-dvd fate is beyond me. (D-).

“One Direction: This is Us” – A “documentary” and “concert film” in name only, this corporate infomercial about British boy band, and Simon Cowell discovery, One Direction is strictly for the Clearasil set. (C-).

New on DVD:

“Now You See Me” – This clever-enough heist movie in which all the perps are world-class magicians is a perfectly amiable Saturday night sort of popcorn flick. Sure, I might have liked it a tad better if it had been 20 minutes shorter, and directed with even a soupcon of visual panache (Louis Letterier, who cut his helming chops on “The Transporter,” is a journeyman at best). But the cast–Mark Ruffalo, Jesse Eisenberg, Woody Harrelson, Morgan Freeman, Michael Caine, et al–is killer, and it’s infinitely less pretentious (and considerably more fun) than Chris Nolan’s similarly-themed “The Prestige” from 2006. Best of all, the twists actually make sense when you reassemble them in your head later so you won’t feel hoodwinked. (B).

“Stories We Tell” – Canadian actress/filmmaker Sarah (“Away From Her,” “Take This Waltz”) Polley turns the camera on her own family’s rather, er, complicated history in this intensely personal, if vaguely unsatisfying documentary. Once Polley springs the “big reveal”–which you can see coming a mile away–midway through, there’s really nowhere else to go but further up her navel.

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