Heather Baysa

You could call it Bring It On meets The Craft and stop right there with considerable accuracy. But why would you, when All Cheerleaders Die actually delivers as much trashy, gory fun as a movie with such a title suggests?

The dysfunction may be perfunctory, but in this gorgeous natural setting — Schwarz makes full use of the stunning woods — it feels like new territory.

Outrageously enough, the moral of Moms' Night Out seems to be that moms should never get a night out.

Watching these nurses confront our mortality in all its bloody, pussy, festering, and thoroughly unglamorous forms stirs new appreciation for the profession.

If characters are going to ignite into blazes of unchecked emotion every five minutes or so, you've got to make sure your actors have the chops. These, unfortunately, aren't sharp enough to bite.

With each of these movies, Klapisch reiterates a core sentiment behind all the romantic comedy: that lives are continuously pieced together, broken, and rearranged in different settings. All that screwing and screwing up in between? Totally necessary.

After seeing Visions, it's easy to walk away feeling like you know of Frank, but still don't know her with any intimacy.