Jonathan Foreman

Resembles a period version of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" - played dead straight.

A bad film with some oddly charming moments.

Partly a schmaltzy, by-the-numbers romantic comedy, partly a shallow rumination on the emptiness of success -- and entirely soulless.

Heavy-handed, predictable and almost completely unbelievable.

Works just fine as a generic but fast-paced - and rather ugly - cop buddy flick.

May well be the dullest and most pointless version ever filmed, thanks to a stunningly bad lead performance by Ethan Hawke.

Smug, often tedious, and comically crude.

There's no limit to Coyote Ugly's crass shamelessness.

Best watched while doing a crossword or reading the paper.

One of those French films whose makers won't lower themselves to tell a story in a way that is entertaining or compelling.

Self-righteous, economically illiterate and sometimes flatly dishonest.

It's unfortunate that the people DuBowski profiles tend to be self-indulgent or otherwise unappealing. It's still more unfortunate that the film focuses more on relatively easy issues of acceptance.

It's a shame that the book "We Were Soldiers Once . . . And Young" fell into the hands of writer-director Randall Wallace ("Braveheart"), a filmmaker who wouldn't recognize subtlety and understatement if they were to attack him in the street.

The result is inept, tedious kitsch that even at its best feels like John Waters minus the joie de vivre.

A misfiring black comedy oddly reminiscent of all those bad 1990s movies about strippers getting killed at bachelor parties.

Hollywood movies are rarely as contemptuous of the audience as Dragonfly, with its half-witted, treacly New Age sappiness and its mechanical borrowings from other, better supernatural thrillers.

There is hardly a moment during this overlong, stunningly smug exercise in moral self-satisfaction when you actually care about a character, real or invented.

Neither convincing nor remotely dramatic.

A miracle of badness, a kind of art- house "Showgirls" -- which actually exceeds "Showgirls" in its self-indulgence, shallowness and sheer stupidity.

Bedeviled by labored writing and slack direction.

You have to sit through 90 minutes that feel like three hours.

One of those thriller-comedy combos that never get the balance quite right.

Darkness Falls was formerly known as "Tooth Fairy," but could just as well have been titled "Dumb Then Dumber" for the way its plot makes decreasing sense even by the low standards of B horror flicks.

Despite some genuinely funny scenes, American Desi turns out to be inferior to the as yet unreleased "ABCD" and even last year's "Chutney Popcorn."

A misguided exercise - a crude merger of "Fiddler on the Roof" and "Schindler's List" that somehow reminds you of "Hogan's Heroes."

Mostly an unfunny, rather dull affair.

It proves once again that it doesn't matter if the camera is dancing a jig on the ceiling if the storytelling is no good.

It lurches ineptly from lame comedy to hokey melodrama.