Gemma Files

Lyonne, as usual, does her best...but she's running uphill.

Nothing less than stunning: a slapstick ballet of choreographed buffoonery.

Langorous and oddly detached... a mess.

About an hour after you've seen it, you'll already be fuzzy on just who was screwing who, and why

No classic, but two hours well-spent nonetheless.

Flirts with the idea of insight.

She's not a real person, in any way, shape or form -- which makes watching Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, the first in a projected series of live-action films based around her exploits, a visually spectacular yet oddly cheerless experience.

Ephron is still a director whose movies veer uncomfortably between the good -- make that adequate -- "You've Got Mail", the bad "This Is My Life" and the ugly Lucky Numbers. Pity.

Appalling, repetitive, utterly predictable.

One way or the other, there really is something to be said for a movie which seems to revel in its own inherent comic-book silliness.

An endlessly contrived exercise in self-referential "black comedy", can't help but strike me as no kind of triumph of anything over anything.

Not quite good enough to leave more than a vaguely pleasant, vaguely disappointing aftertaste.

If you're looking for something child-appropriate that'll actually keep the little darlings awake for two hours straight, you'd do better...and cheaper...to just stay at home with the Discovery Channel.

Borderline incoherent.

Valentine simply mines the same tired, predictable slasher-movie vein as everything else he's (Blanks) done thus far. Send this one back unopened.

Good vs. Evil For Dummies....and I, for one, dislike being treated like a Dummy.

An almost total waste of time.

Basically a dressed-up piece of drivel, a self-referential pseudo-thriller with pretensions to pretensions of classic Hollywood suspense.