Connie Ogle

Mostly, by story's end, we're just glad they and their unfortunate clothing are out of our sight for good.

Joyful Noise is too tone-deaf to put its few blessings to good use.

This movie couldn’t be more fantastical if dragons swooped down and incinerated London, Paris and the south of France.

Stomp the Yard hasn't an original bone in its fierce, sweaty body, but explosive choreography, high-energy moves and a generous helping of hot, frequently shirtless guys offer plenty of entertainment.

A large part of the movie's appeal can be attributed to Wilson, more dour than he's been in ages and yet more interesting, too.

From the first strains of its overly dramatic, self-important score -- come on, this is not by any stretch of the imagination "Citizen Kane."

Manages to sidestep the potential overload of cheap sentimentality -- an intimate dance between an elderly couple registers with heartbreaking sweetness -- and evokes a lingering sense of loss.

Unlike Uncle Nino's garden, the film never blooms into anything special.

Right now, this goofy film is the best candidate for mindless, enjoyable laughs.

Something we've all seen before, far too many times, not only in its premise but also in its lame parade of scatological jokes and its sad, tired pratfalls.

Vardalos may not have been the best possible Connie. But as Billy Wilder could have told you, nobody's perfect.

An uninspired, sporadically funny adaptation that falls short of the book's winsome, frisky chaos.

It's really just a dance movie, interrupted sporadically for PG-13 romance, bad acting, ridiculous dialogue and earnest "let's put on a show to save our homes!" spirit.

The good news is, The Vow is not excruciating.

For connoisseurs of stupidity, Hot Rod is that perfect delicacy: A silly movie about ridiculous characters that's also actually funny. Hilarious, even.

Even the most ardent fans of Braff’s first feature film, the charming Garden State, will struggle to warm up to this self-indulgent, uninvolving drama about an immature, almost-middle-aged guy trying to find himself with questions he should have had answers to long ago.

The new Total Recall fails on the most basic levels: Its characters are dull, and its action is duller.

What's lacking is any sense of Beverly's brightness. She's supposedly smart, but she never displays a shred of intelligence.

There's an audience for old-fashioned romance, and Dear John will please most of it.

Sometimes less truly is more, and Love in the Time of Cholera is proof.

A film that's funny and entertaining for kids and adults.

The film makes coupling look less like bliss and more like an exhausting series of skirmishes that can send one party scurrying into infidelity or out the door in search of something better.

Snow Flower and the Secret Fan moves slowly, languidly; its art direction is often lovely, and despite their truncated screen time Lily and Snow Flower do make you care about their fates. But you would have cared more without all the distraction.

Mostly, though, The Big Bounce isn't offensive, or even terrible. It's just lazy, relying on numb moviegoers to fork over cash thinking they'll see the next "Get Shorty" or "Out of Sight."