著名糖果商威利·旺克（吉恩·怀尔德 Gene Wilder 饰）公布了一条让世界震惊的喜讯，他将挑选五名幸运儿参观自己的糖果厂，其中一人将成为终身享用“旺克巧克力”特权的人。出身贫寒的小男孩查理·毕奇（彼得·奥斯图姆 Peter Ostrum 饰）幸运的成为了第五位人选。从小吃不到糖果的查理欣喜若狂，满怀期待的他带上了自己的爷爷乔（杰克·艾伯森 Jack Albertson 饰），开始了这段甜蜜的神奇之旅。而一位邪恶的陌生人正在蛊惑孩子们，谁能为他偷来糖果，就会让谁富有起来。旺克带领孩子们畅游着神奇的糖果厂，然而面对糖果的诱惑，其他四个孩子都接二连三的不见了，最后只剩下查理和他的爷爷乔。 　　本片根据罗尔德·达尔的同名小说改编而成，荣获英国第四频道评选的“最优秀的家庭电影”第八名。

神秘宅邸的主人莱昂内尔·吐温（杜鲁门·卡波特 Truman Capote饰）邀请五位世界著名的侦探来到古堡出席一场神秘的晚宴。他们分别是纽约业余侦探迪克·查尔斯顿（大卫·尼文 David Niven饰），比利时侦探米洛·比埃尔（詹姆斯·可可 James Coco饰），上海检查员西德尼·王（彼得·塞勒斯 Peter Sellers饰），英国人杰西卡·马波尔（爱尔莎·兰切斯特 Elsa Lanchester饰）小姐和来自旧金山的萨姆·戴蒙德（彼得·法尔克 Peter Falk饰）。没人知道这次凶险异常的邀约背后到底隐藏着什么样的杀机，但这五位侦探们还是各自带上一位亲属或朋友来到了这座神秘的宅邸。然而莱昂内尔并没有现身，等待他们的是一连串被精心设计过的谋杀事件。 　　杜鲁门·卡波特凭借本片荣获1977年第34届金球奖电影类-最佳新男演员提名。

一群来自世界各地的赛车手，参加一场由美国东岸横跨至西岸的非法赛车，各选手勾心斗角力求得胜。因其中有反对此项赛车的人掳走政客助理为人质，导致警方追查，全体选手乃合力突破警方路障。

该剧根据Beth Macy撰写的同名畅销书改编，迈克尔·基顿扮演老派医生塞缪尔·芬尼克斯，他以仁慈和同情心对待自己的工作，但他发现自己陷入了大制药公司致命的秘密之中。

讲述尼克·弗瑞（塞缪尔·杰克逊 饰）重返地球，在塔罗斯（本·门德尔森 饰）、玛莉亚·希尔（寇碧·史莫德斯 饰）的帮助下，阻止斯克鲁人的入侵。

1949年布拉格，解放不到一年的捷克人民正享受着来之不易的自由和快乐。10岁男孩艾达和好友汤达住在布拉格郊外的小镇上，这个年龄的孩子活泼、顽皮，他们所在的班级更是全校闻名的问题班。女教师马绍娃在这群坏小子的折磨下（Daniela Kolárová 饰）精神崩溃，头疼不已的校长（Rudolf Hrusínský 饰）只好请来曾参加过反法西斯抵抗组织伊戈尔•尼兹洛（Jan Triska 饰）担任他们的班主任。一身戎装且佩枪的伊戈尔严厉非常，但他的传奇经历却让坏小子们大为折服。当然，伊戈尔又并非不是人间烟火的完美英雄，见到美丽女子他的风流本性依然展露无疑…… 　　本片荣获1994年葡萄牙奇幻国际电影节导演周荣誉奖、1991年捷克皮尔森电影节金翠鸟奖。

凯文·弗林（杰夫·布里吉斯 Jeff Bridges 饰）是个天才程序员，然而曾经开发的一款游戏软件被前同事盗取，为了证实那是自己的作品，凯文试图进入前同事公司的主控程序MCP，却发现其已经强大到随意控制其他程序。凯文求助于同事艾伦（布鲁斯·巴克林纳 Bruce Boxleitner 饰），后者设计了一款钳制MCP的程序Tron，不想MCP察觉了凯文的动作，将他吸进程序空间，变成一个掌控之下的小程序。在MCP空间内，凯文需要保住性命，更要找到破解方法回到现实…… 　　《电子世界争霸战》是史上第一部赛博空间题材电影。

澳大利亚墨尔本，华裔厨师积奇（成龙 饰）是当地小有名气的人物，定期在电视上主持烹饪节目。 　　毒枭金·卡洛（Richard Norton 饰）集团颇有势力，金·卡洛本人残暴冷酷，清除了敌对帮派的卧底之后率众和对方在仓库大打出手，而枪战全过程被记者戴安娜（Gabrielle Fitzpatrick 饰）用摄影机记录。在躲避贩毒集团追逐的路上，戴安娜巧遇积奇，后者仗义出手为她引开歹徒，孰料两人分手时戴安娜错将积奇的节目录像带当做证据带走。戴安娜的住处很快被贩毒集团找到，遍搜不获的歹徒们开始将目标转向积奇。积奇女友美琪（李婷宜 饰）远道来访，特意参加了积奇的节目录制，贩毒集团在录制现场围捕积奇，经过一番街头苦战，积奇终于脱险。黄雀在后的金·卡洛敌对帮派带走了美琪，要挟积奇用录像带换人，一时间，围绕着录像带，积奇、警方、以及两个犯罪集团陷入了混乱的争夺战。

关于法拉利的纪录片。聚焦50年代在刀刃上争分夺秒的F1时代，真实记录了恩佐领导下的法拉利车队内部故事，法拉利车迷冬歇期不可多得的福利。

The last time Britain was a major force in world cinema was in the 1960s; a documentary of a few years back on the subject was entitled 'Hollywood UK'. This was the era of the Kitchen Sink, social realism, angry young men; above all, the theatrical. And yet, ironically, the best British films of the decade were made by two Americans, Richard Lester and Joseph Losey, who largely stayed clear of the period's more typical subject matter, which, like all attempts at greater realism, now seems curiously archaic. 　　'King and Country', though, seems to be the Losey film that tries to belong to its era. Like 'Look Back in Anger' and 'A Taste of Honey', it is based on a play, and often seems cumbersomely theatrical. Like 'Loneliness of the long distance runner', its hero is an exploited, reluctantly transgressive working class lad played by Tom Courtenay. Like (the admittedly brilliant) 'Charge of the Light Brigade', it is a horrified, near-farcical (though humourless) look at the horrors of war, most particularly its gaping class injustices. 　　Private Hamp is a young volunteer soldier at Pachendaele, having served three years at the front, who is court-martialled for desertion. Increasingly terrorised by the inhuman pointlessness of trench warfare, the speedy, grisly, violent deaths of his comrades and the medieval, rat-infested conditions of his trench, he claims to have emerged dazed from one gruesome attack and decided to walk home, to England. He is defended by the archetypal British officer, Captain Hargreaves, who professes disdain for the man's cowardice, but must do his duty. He attempts to spin a defence on the grounds of madness, but the upper-crust officers have heard it all before. 　　This is a very nice, duly horrifying, liberal-handwringing, middle-class play. It panders to all the cliches of the Great War - the disgraceful working-class massacre, while the officers sup whiskey (Haig!) - figured in some charmingly obvious symbolism: Hargreaves throwing a dying cigarette in the mud; Hamp hysterically playing blind man's buff. 　　The sets are picturesquely grim, medieval, a modern inferno, as these men lie trapped in a never-ending, subterranean labyrinth, lit by hellish fires, with rats for company and the constant sound of shells and gunfire reminding them of the outside world. 　　The play, in a very middle-class way, is not really about the working class at all - Hamp is more of a symbol, an essence, lying in the dark, desolately playing his harmonica, a note of humanity in a score of inhumanity. He doesn't develop as a character. The play is really about Hargreaves, his realisation of the shabby inadequacy of notions like duty. He develops. This realisation sends him to drink (tastier than dying!). Like his prole subordinates, he falls in the mud, just as Hamp is said to have done; he even says to his superior 'We are all murderers'. 　　This is all very effective, if not much of a development of RC Sherriff's creaky 'Journey's End', filmed by James Whale in 1930. Its earnestness and verbosity may seem a little stilted in the age of 'Paths of Glory' and 'Dr. Strangelove'; we may feel that 'Blackadder goes forth' is a truer representation of the Great War. But what I have described is not the film Losey has made. He is too sophisticated and canny an intellectual for that. 　　The film opens with a lingering pan over one of those monumental War memorials you see all over Britain (and presumably Europe), as if to say Losey is going to question the received ideas of this statue, the human cost. But what he's really questioning is this play, and its woeful inadequacy to represent the manifold complexities of the War. 　　This is Brechtian filmmaking at its most subtle. We are constantly made aware of the artifice of the film, the theatrical - the stilted dialogue is spoken with deliberate stiffness; theatrical rituals are emphasised (the initial interrogation; the court scene, where actors literally tread the boards, enunciating the predictable speeches; the mirror-play put on by the hysterical soldiers and the rats; the religious ceremony; the horrible farce of the execution). Proscenium arches are made prominent, audiences observe events. 　　This is a play that would seek to contain, humanise, explain the Great War. This is a hopeless task, as Losey's provisional apparatus explains, 'real' photographs of harrowing detritus fading from the screen as if even these are not enough to convey the War, never mind a well-made, bourgeois play. Losey's vision may be apocalyptic - it questions the possibility of representation at all - the various tags of poetry quoted make no impact on hard men men who rattled them off when young; the Shakespearean duality of 'noble' drama commented on by 'low' comedy, effects no transcendence, no greater insight. 　　Losey's camerawork and composition repeatedly breaks our involvement with the drama, any wish we might have for manly sentimentality; in one remarkable scene an officer takes an Aubrey Beardsley book from the cameraman! This idea of the theatrical evidently mirrors the rigid class 'roles' played by the main characters (Hamp's father and grandfather were cobblers too; presumably Hargreaves' were always Sandhurst cadets). Losey also takes a sideswipe at the kitchen sink project, by using its tools - history has borne him out.