Charles Savage

How High is not a particularly good movie, but then again it's not trying to be. It's a project by two B-list rappers seeking to extend their music careers in the way of stars like Will Smith, Ice Cube and Tupac Shakur.

Whether his character is happy, sad, angry or scared, Spade affects precisely the same knowing smirk and sarcastic delivery. This one-note style makes him a funny stand-up comedian. But in a role, it's usually pure amateur hour.

The cleverness begins and ends at the basic fact that it is being done. Really, it would be much more fun just to rent one of the originals.

Anyone who wants to enjoy himself at a good movie about a high school geek who undergoes a transformation should go see "'Spider-Man" again instead.

May be among the most excruciating mainstream movies to spew forth from Hollywood in years.

This utter waste of time has next-to-nothing to do with the infinitely wittier golden-age National Lampoon movies.

The formulaic movie would be forgettable but inoffensive if it were anyone else posing for blue screen CGI effects.

A stark regression from the intelligence of the Scream franchise, this teen horror sequel is about as satisfying as low-budget food that's been under the heat lamps too long.

A sad and rote exercise in milking a played-out idea -- a straight guy has to dress up in drag -- that shockingly manages to be even worse than its title would imply.

Such a bad movie that its luckiest viewers will be seated next to one of those ignorant pinheads who talk throughout the show.

The set design of Thirteen Ghosts may have been expensive, but its thrills are cheap.

Unsurprisingly, relentlessly awful.