Every year, usually around September, my family made one of our most important book purchases of the year: the Leonard Maltin film guide. As a kid, and even to this day, the book has the aura of final judgement. It's like the bible. The book lists every film ever made (not really), rates them from one to four stars, and includes a pithy capsule review with all the harsh finality of a decree from some divine source. I'd like to imagine that every year Leonard Maltin treks to some mystical mountain and the book materializes from some mysterious source. That's why the book never leaves my sort of coffee table.