Henry Cabot Beck

An odd, sweet and relatively innocuous little fairytale.

Not quite Abbie.

A fascinating portrayal.

An absurdist Eastern European version of "The Godfather," starring the Marx Brothers (and sisters and nephews and...).

It's very much like a porn film without the porn, and that's about as bad as it gets.

A rather flimsy but moderately charming British romance comedy.

The design of the film is wonderful, the animation everything one comes to expect from a Disney picture, and the jokes fly by so fast.

In many ways the indie equivalent of your average multiplex action picture: fun and forgettable.

Boyd would be smart to add a little sound and fury next time around. War is hell, after all.

A very ambitious film that goes places few films have dared.

A minimum of fuss and a welcome lack of clichés. For these things alone, Tumbleweeds should be not only praised, but seen

In the end, Malena is an unlikable and foul farce, unworthy of Tornatore's previously gentle touch.

A fascinating study. What might surprise audiences, though, is how droll the picture is, how much of the violence is just slapstick, and how much deadpan humor is running throughout the film.

Has moments of terrific lucidity, even brilliance.

It has every element necessary to be a classic, and it never comes anywhere near achieving that potential.

Doesn't have a lot to offer that hasn't been done better -- and worse -- in hundreds of ghetto-sink shoot-em-ups.

By no means any kind of masterpiece, but viewed as one might any number of American or European independents of similar theme and nature, it not only stands its ground, but is at times one or two notches better than many of them.

Perhaps the most remarkable documentary project ever undertaken, and certainly the longest, is Michael Apted's Up series, which he began shooting for the BBC in 1962.

A class act, from top to bottom.

The worst thing you can accuse an unutterably bad movie of is sincerity.

The animation is only marginally better than the TV show, which means it stinks, and the story is pretty trite.

This anti-narrative screwball comedy, a sort of police-drama re-enactment of Fellini's themes in "8 1/2," keeps most of the jokes off-screen.

A decent, smart, well-acted film.

Resonates with the fluorescent horror of real-life high school, something few movies about this generation have managed to successfully capture.

A long portrait of someone who outstays his welcome fairly early on.

Doesn't have the courage or inclination to go inside of Dick's ideas, or offer any kind of structured or detailed approach to his thinking or writing.

A modest picture with quiet ambitions that is likely to disappear into that lush tropical rainforest where so many films of this sort, some much worse and others much better, have all gone in time. Catch it while you can.

Westerners may find the religious aspects wearying and a little fantastic. The Color of Paradise is both parable and fable, a retelling of Isaac and Abraham.