Chris Kaltenbach

Buy your ticket, sit yourself down, and let ol' John take you for a ride. You'll have a blast.

The material has a definite "haven't-we-been over-this-before?" feel.

An overly gimmicky and fatally repetitive terrorist thriller that quickly wears out its welcome.

The residents of Beauty Shop never quite gel. Instead of camaraderie, the feeling is one of bare tolerance.

The Legend of Bagger Vance is nothing but "The Natural" with Will Smith playing the bat.

It offers top actors in Fiennes and Richardson, plus a rare joint appearance by the sisters Redgrave.

The movie's not nearly as cool as the setup.

There's a power to Woman Thou Art Loosed that transcends its limitations, a determined, heartfelt belief in the possibility of redemption.

For at least two-thirds of its length, all elements combine for a taut thriller, a Hitchcockian exercise in suspense pitting human frailty - can our minds be trusted? - against human resourcefulness.

Lackluster in narrative and in no way original or innovative, the movie is pretty much generic Disney, a film about universal brotherhood stitched together from parts that worked better in other films.

Kids, except for the very youngest, are going to be bored.

Crush is the kind of movie that gives friendship a bad name.

The film's impact and poignancy are undeniable.

There's enough here to keep the movie light and avoid the curse of interminableness. Will there be enough to warrant a third Scooby-Doo film? Must we find out?

Go see Crossroads if you want to hear Britney sing or see her wear next-to-nothing. But otherwise, avoid this train wreck at all costs.

Think you know where this film is going? You do, and the best thing about Must Love Dogs is that it takes only 88 minutes to get there - short enough to enjoy the film's modest, well-worn pleasures, but not so long that you feel your time could have been put to better use elsewhere.

The most exhilaratingly horrifying movie to come out in years.

The Banger Sisters stands as proof that no movie is so bad it can't be redeemed by a single stellar performance. That performance is by Susan Sarandon.

Eventually becomes cliched, predictable and crude. And that's a real sin.

Yes, the movie asks hard questions, but it would be better - or at least more honest - if it weren't so insistent that everyone arrive at the same answer.

There's a moving, complicated love story at the center of Angel Eyes. It's too bad a peripheral plot line draws attention away from it.

Other than portraying Mary as an overwhelmed teenager, mystified that God has chosen her to be the mother of his child, it doesn't offer anything that hasn't been playing out in grade-school pageants for decades.

The performances of Luna and, especially, Reilly, make the film more enthralling than it perhaps deserves to be.

The movie's already peaked, even before the opening credits.

All this might be forgivable if Just My Luck had a little more substance, but it never moves beyond the single joke of its premise.