Margaret Whitton

11-year-old Bryan Stevenson is drawn into a world of magic , mischief and wonder . After moving to a new town . He offers a sleep in his 6 year old brother Eric Stevenson's room and soon discovers there really is a monster Under the Bed. A child meets the monster that lives under his bed. He even becomes one of his best friends. Soon the child discovers a whole new world of fun and games under his bed where pulling pranks on kids and other monsters is the main attraction. —Steve Richer <sricher@sympatico.ca>

A talented young man can`t get an executive position without rising through the ranks, so he comes up with a shortcut, which also benefits his love life.

An alcoholic drifter spends Halloween in his hometown of Albany, New York after returning there for the first time in decades. Albany, New York, Halloween 1938. Francis Phelan and Helen Archer are bums, back in their birth city. He was a Major League pitcher; she was a singer on the radio. Death surrounds them: she's sick, a pal has cancer, he digs graves at the cemetery and visits the grave of his infant son whom he dropped; visions of his past haunt him, including ghosts of two men he killed. That night, out drinking, Helen tries to sing at a bar. The next day, Fran visits his wife and children and meets his grandson. He could stay, but decides it's not for him. Helen gets their things out of storage and finds a hotel. Amidst their mistakes and dereliction, the film explores their code of fairness and loyalty. —<jhailey@hotmail.com>

A small-town loser determines to have one more shot at the big time by winning a football game. Jack Dundee is a meek banker living in Taft, California. He constantly thinks about the 1972 high school football game between Taft and powerhouse Bakersfield. Dundee drops a perfect pass from quarterback and friend Reno Hightower, and the game ended in a tie. He wants to replay the game, but has trouble convincing Reno and the town to replay the game. So Jack resorts to desperate measures to make the game reality. —Pat McCurry