"The Tale of Despereaux" is a lot of fun. The story has MANY problems, but in the end it is still a tale of courage and honor and loyalty in the face of adversity, and that stuff just does NOT get old. Matthew Broderick manages to avoid his usual irritating verbal mannerisms, and ACT.
"Seven Pounds" is not as depressing as the trailers led me to expect. It is a complex, carefully crafted movie that presents a tragic romance in a dreamy and detached style. I am not sure that makes it a GOOD movie, but it certainly makes it interesting. The title, which MUST be a "Merchant of Venice" reference, is never explained in the film. The big LIT 101 question is, Is Smith's character primarily motivated by guilt, or grief? I am inclined to say grief, but there is room for both arguments.
"Slumdog Millionaire" is wonderful. The plot has its weak points, but they don't matter; the story and the performances as strong enough that it is impossible to care about the minor details. At various points the movie is sappy, romantic, manipulative, silly, and violent, but the whole is simply magical, and I can't recommend it highly enough.
"Milk" is also wonderful. It tells a moderately fictionalized story of Harvey Milk's political career, and manages to be triumphant in spite of the fact that everyone knows things will end badly. It also serves as a reminder of just how far gay rights have come in the last 30 years.
Oh, and by the way: Have I mentioned how much I hate winter lately?