Ellen A. Kim

Purely an easy-to-digest testosterone flick anyway, with standard bikini babes, roaring engines and bikers who circle each other slowly in the dust before they rumble.

A sweet if bland film.

Only Carol Kane, hilarious in roller curls and wide tortoiseshell glasses, gets to sink her teeth into her role. At least for Lohan, "Confessions" is her stepping-off point. Now she has to find a film to be her "real" stage.

The gags on which it rests its laughs have been lifted from every other raucous comedy, campus-oriented or not.

It would have made for a cool fictional thriller, but The Mothman Prophecies' attempt to stick to true-life roots paralyzes it from being satisfying. It gives you the tingles all right, but they won't follow you out of the theater.

Just pretend the acting scenes are commercial breaks, and you'll be fine.

Even throwing in a spunky fight between female sidekicks (Gabrielle Union and Kelly Hu) isn't enough to float this film over clumsy dialogue and the feeling we've seen it before.

This is Epps' showcase. He can't cover all the film's flaws, but he'll sure gab your ear off trying.

The film can't decide between black comedy and bubblegum comedy, so it shoots aimlessly in between.

Try as it might, this glossy action adventure isn't nearly as clever as the "Spy Kids" franchise.