Akiva Gottlieb

The timelier elements of Campfire, which cleared house at Israel's Academy Awards this year, are too salient to dismiss.

Only works when the subjects are onstage. Watching the quartet doing laundry, playing arcade games, or getting haircuts evokes the banality of road life far too accurately, and at 105 minutes, the film hardly leaves us wanting more.

The main problem with this Disney release--which also wastes the voices of Ricky Gervais and Jim Broadbent--is its refusal to recognize the war as anything but an excuse for tomfoolery.

An ugly, amateurish film that champions mediocrity in a meta-attempt to justify its own ineptitude.

So well-intentioned it almost renders critical examination frivolous.

It might be, empirically speaking, the gayest movie ever released.

Dishwater-dull period melodrama.

Gets by on infectious geniality.

Breezy, sporadically funny.

Henry Jaglom's latest study of contemporary female obsessions among a noxious clan of West L.A. bourgeoisie is of more pathological than cinematic interest.

An average film starring an average character actor, but maybe that's the point. This is a story about the benefits of just showing up. Even at its most sentimental, Riegert's pet project possesses a lived-in integrity that nearly offsets the staleness of the material.