"New Moon” made $120-ish million this weekend. Flicks is shocked! SHOCKED!! Reports are 80 percent of the tickets were sold to women. What’s shocking is men admitted to seeing the movie. But Flicks isn’t here to judge — oh, wait, that’s exactly what Flicks is here for!

A man (Viggo Mortensen) leads his 10-year-old son (Kodi Smit-McPhee) to a new life in a warmer, less violent climate and along the way instructs him on how to shoot himself if he’s ever in danger of being captured by cannibals. Drawn from the canon of author Cormac McCarthy, “The Road” is about what happens when civility and morality give way to Darwinism in its most basic form.

Wes Anderson's “Fox” is a fox, a vision to behold, but he besmirches the name of Roald Dahl, whose beloved masterpiece he has gutted and twisted into an unrecognizable mess.

African beatmaker Ras G keeps things lo-fi, dusty and digital with "I of the Cosmos," a twitchy collection of instrumentals that distillls noise, distortion, samples and drums into its own brand of spacey hip-hop.

Brighten up your day with the irresistibly catchy "Routes to Riches," as English-Filipino instrumentalist/singer Andy Platts and his band show flashes of soul-funk brilliance and bring an old-school sensibility along with a few modern touches.

This week’s suggestions: Catch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, watch some Thanksgiving football, get out of the house for a movie, start your Christmas decorating and prepare to shop.

UMass-Dartmouth professor Alan Hirshfeld pens a mathematical pot-boiler about the life and science of Greek mathematician, physicist, engineer, inventor and astronomer Archimedes.

The song most closely associated with Thanksgiving is (arguably) “Alice’s Restaurant,” Arlo Guthrie’s sprawling folk narrative from 1967.

“New Moon” is the forbidden love story of a tormented vampire and a shy, pouty schoolgirl with a thing for the undead. It has nothing much to offer for non-Twilighters - it's made for the legions of females who find the books and movies irresistible.

“The Messenger” is evenhanded to a fault, stressing realism over propaganda while staring at the consequences of combat through the eyes of two soldiers (Ben Foster, Woody Harrelson) assigned to the Army Casualty Notification Service, who have the unenviable task of informing the next of kin when a loved one has paid the ultimate price.

Can mainstream audiences swallow a sports film tackling issues of race, poverty and social injustice? Writer-director John Lee Hancock doesn’t think so, as evidenced by his warm, fuzzy retelling of the life of Michael Oher, the black Baltimore Ravens rookie who was raised by a white Southern family.

Ten years ago this week, “Fight Club” was released to theaters. I was there on that opening weekend, sure I’d see something special, and I wasn’t wrong. Like few movies in my life, “Fight Club” seemed to reach right down into my brain and scratch a nagging itch I didn’t know was there.

“Planet 51” began as a promising idea in which an earthling is the invader, and the paranoid but peace-loving creatures from another world are the frightened masses. Unfortunately, writer Joe Stillman takes that seed and buries it under a mountain of clichés.

This is a rough, tough, sometimes sadistically brutal film. Yet co-writers Brock Norman Brock and Nicolas Winding Refn (who also directed) instill it with a dark and outrageous sense of humor.

Back when Facebook went nationwide in 2004, the social networking site was simply a way for college students to connect. The exclusive domain of the 18- to 25-year-old set, it reflected college life through photos of parties and spring breaks.