Janice Page

Ignore the hype. You won't find anything startling or memorable in the derivative Hide and Seek.

So, how's the food? The camera never even goes up close. That's the kind of restaurant documentary this is.

It is at least an "experience" that has to be labeled exhilarating.

No one in the film offers a shred of real proof that IBM cheated.

Put it this way: National Lampoon's Gold Diggers makes "The Anna Nicole Show" look sophisticated.

A semiserious documentary about a cult of performance art that until recently was never meant to be taken seriously.

One of the smartest things Kaplan does, besides getting talented Boston folk singer Catie Curtis to contribute to the soundtrack, is hang around long enough to see how this three-headed relationship plays out.

For a movie about serial killings and media sensationalism, Cronicas sure is wimpy.

It's a warmed-over suspense thriller that's more disturbing than it is surprising or scary.

This is a ride, a video game, a soundtrack -- unapologetic and clearly labeled as such. It has no middle speed.

Ladling in so much schmaltz that even his in-house critic says, ''This thing's worse than `Terms of Endearment.'''

It's practically a primer on how to rework a literary classic into an impressively restrained movie with something fresh and intelligent to say.

It can’t be recommended even to people who mostly just want to see Amanda Seyfried naked.

Inspirational.

Fienberg’s film spends most of its time trying to convince us that true love starts when you stop playing games. Then, in the final minutes, it reverses itself and puts gamesmanship back up on another wobbly pedestal. The result is hard to cheer.

As cartoon rip-offs go, Open Season can be surprisingly entertaining, in a made-for-6-year-olds kind of way.

The next time Grodin attempts a comeback, it would be so great if he avoids movies where he might be upstaged by a sandwich stunt.

It's mostly flat, despite being presented in 3-D, and the writing is so unimaginative that at one point a character yells out "yabba dabba doo!"

Whatever blend of fact and fiction is really at work in this latest offering from ''Dog Days" director Ulrich Seidl -- known, by the way, for playing fast and loose with the documentary format -- the irony-laced ''Jesus, You Know" does persuade viewers to sit up and take notice of its inspired conceit.

Despite being well acted and sweetly moving when it strips down to the tender poem at its heart, Till Human Voices Wake Us spends too much time playing to an otherworldly suspense that simply isn't there.

Wolf Creek is ultimately all about the torture and the trauma. Happy holidays.

This nostalgic licorice whip of a movie assumes there's still an audience for a straight-faced, family-friendly salute to the 1970s heyday of competitive roller disco.

As goofy action comedies go, Shaolin Soccer is one of the best.

It's worth noting that the movie's spiritual underpinnings are sometimes fairly subtle and other times veer into "Touched by an Angel" territory. The third act is downright Bible-thumping.

But this film, with its many cliches and borrowed substitutes for creativity, suggests his (Schroder) career in the boxing arena might have peaked with ''The Champ."

Weintrob's stylish visuals mimic Web technologies, which succeed in making his characters seem all the more removed from reality. Now if someone would find a way to equip theater seats with a ''delete'' key, we could be rid of them completely.

Kings of Pastry, goes inside an intense event that few Americans know much about - a kind of tradesmen's Olympics.

Muniz has better secret-agent toys to play with, funnier lines and sidekicks helping him out, and a bit more discerning director in Kevin Allen ("The Big Tease").