Jonathan Foreman

It's all so insincere, you can almost imagine the filmmakers rubbing their hands together at the prospect of ripping off the public.

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.

Has the cheesy, deadened feel of a straight-to-cable film.

A crass, mechanical attempt at a thriller that should have gone straight to video.

Every possible film student visual cliché (plus quite a few from the world of music video) gets a thorough workout.

Unfortunately, this version of the familiar formula lacks the inspiration, genuine wit and raunchy charm of 1998's outrageous "There's Something About Mary."

Thanks to the amateurish, spectacularly talent-free quality of its cinematography, direction, writing and acting, Emerald Cowboy is simply impossible to sit through.

The screenplay is packed with so many hilariously bad lines (it's hard to believe that writer-director Helgeland won an Oscar for co-writing "L.A. Confidential") that the movie would be perfect material for a resurrected version of the TV spoof "Mystery Science Theater."

Summer Catch is the sludge at the bottom of the barrel.

Shapeless, tedious, hopelessly bad sequel.

Feels much more like a very, very long, music video, albeit one made for an audience that gets off on high-tech firepower rather than nearly-naked babes.

This is a lazy, careless film that feels strangely unfinished.

A perfectly enjoyable sci-fi thriller.

The problem with Gigli is that it is an inept attempt to do Elmore Leonard by Martin Brest, a filmmaker whose coarse sensibility makes him catastrophically unqualified to the task.

A pathetically inane and unimaginative cross between "XXX" and "Vertical Limit," it could only harm the careers of everyone involved in its making - including top British stage actors Rufus Sewell and Rupert Graves.

Mostly ludicrous, but occasionally effective.

Predictable, rarely scary.

Atrociously written.

Much of Tomcats is actually boisterously, crudely entertaining.

This oddly scrambled new version eventually falls apart so badly you feel embarrassed for the people who made it.

An inept, tedious spoof of '70s kung fu pictures, it contains almost enough chuckles for a three-minute sketch, and no more.

Helplessly clichéd, predictable and unaware of its own lameness, it could easily become a camp classic on the order of "Grease 2" and "Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band."

A laughably bad B-thriller.