C.W. Nevius

Yet another 'Stallion'? Talk about beating a dead horse.

This is Curtis' film. Looking a little like a combination of Carol Burnett and Annie Lennox, Curtis has this character down.

A harmless and amusing summer comedy.

It would help if the plot were more than just an outline with a few convenient turns.

Dreamy and deliberate.

The result? Well, as expected, director John Singleton ("Boyz N the Hood") did not make a movie as good as "FF1." This is way better.

A small triumph for lowered expectations.

It is never a good sign when the audience is two steps ahead of the characters on the screen. Waiting for them to catch up wears everyone out.

Standard hack-and-giggle fare, with a few wisecracks mixed in with the gore.

A film with its heart in the right place. Unfortunately, its head is stuck so far in the clouds that it dissolves into preachy do- gooder mush.

It all adds up to a cheekier "Lion King" on a lower budget. But what you miss in spectacle you will make up in laughs.

Impossible to describe, impossible to forget, The Triplets of Belleville sends audiences tottering out of the theater, dazed and delighted, and wondering what it is they have just experienced.

The visuals pop, the fish emote and the ocean comes alive. That's in the first two minutes. After that, they do some really cool stuff.

This is a film without a single false note. From the rain-streaked windshield to the unaffected line readings from a stellar cast, there is not a shot in Blue Car that doesn't ring true.

What this really is is a great deal of screaming and running from room to room, wacky chase scenes, the old bag switcheroo, dim-bulb crooks and zany antics. Everyone is working hard, but as with Sofia Vergara's costumes, there isn't enough material.

In some ways, this is "The Graduate" gone to "Lord of the Flies."

A tasteless, vulgar, savage assault against everything that is good and decent in the Christmas season. I think you are going to like it.

Better for several reasons. First, they've jazzed up the animation. The backgrounds appear to be digital, and they are striking. The story is also less violent and combative.

Listless, self-absorbed slackers stare into computer monitors, groan about their lives and moan during cyber sex in On_Line. It makes you wonder, is there is a market for soft-porn movies for lonely geeks? Isn't that what computers are for in the first place?

A bloody mess.

It is bearable, in every sense of the word, and that's worth something for parents looking for G-rated entertainment.

Despite good reviews at this year's Sundance Film Festival, this is the kind of squishy lost cause that gives liberal guilt a bad name.

Surprises you with heart.

A lovely, evocative tour de force. So why does it seem we should be enjoying it more?

Until now, it may not have occurred to you that what we needed was a witty lesbian romance. Once you see A Family Affair, you realize what we've been missing.

An unusually cheerful depiction of prostitution. You've never seen such wholesome hookers.

It works. "Lizzie" is wholesome, smart and sweet.

Predictable.