Kevin Maynard

Proudly wears its heart on its sleeve, but it never becomes so swoony that you'll reach for your hanky.

As a snapshot of Hungarian history, Glamour's watchability trumps that of "Sunshine" — the droll absurdity of the former leaves a much deeper impression than the latter's bruising moralism.

A jauntily entertaining ride.

Elevates the horror genre with a refreshing intelligence and humor -- too bad it's not half as good at generating scares.

Plays like a Chinese "Cinema Paradiso," full of feeling without succumbing to sentimentality.

A raunchy, scattershot, but often hilarious spoof.

A witty, if overextended, take on pornography.

Has a credibly gritty texture, thanks in large part to Fishburne's generosity with his fellow actors.

A trifle of a farce fashioned into a '30s musical that gaily trips as much as it lightly skips, but nonetheless marks a welcome return to form.

Works best as romantic melodrama and is least convincing as a psychological suspenser.

Though far from a sophomore slump, Snatch, like "Smoking Barrels," is such a grab bag of other influences that it's tough to figure out what, if anything, about Ritchie's style is uniquely his own.

Almereyda never plays up the gimmickry at the expense of the performances, and as a result, his movie largely succeeds, despite an overabundance of pretentious pokes at our consumer culture and the risky casting of Ethan Hawke in the lead role.

An elegant, haunting folktale.

A bright, lively picture.

Visually, Pitch Black is sleek and stylish in a post-apocalyptic way, and a scantily clad Radha Mitchell does a nice, more femme variation of Sigourney Weaver's Ripley.

An intermittently irresistible entertainment.

Perhaps most depressingly, in pulling out all the stops for an ugly, violent climax, he (Schumacher) cheapens this vividly drawn slice of life, turning it into a tiresomely flawed, garden-variety vigilante thriller.

Works so hard at being pleasant and ingratiating that it wears out its welcome.

Features a sexy, appealing cast, especially Guillermo Diaz.

Thanks to the first-time filmmaker's attention to character, Gun Shy is worth at least a shot at a matinee.

The appealing cast makes the most of the derivative story.

It's filled with far too much talk and it never justifies its length, but if you succumb to its old-fashioned Renoir style of storytelling, The Grandfather has its pleasures.

This jailhouse jam is quite a haul.

Has its funky charms.

Gets to the funny bone, but it could've cut deeper.

What ultimately keeps Titan A.E. from taking off is an ordinary script.

Dippy, funny, and fast-paced enough to be a guilty pleasure.

This is slight stuff, but the legions of budding Scorseses and Kevin Smiths might actually learn a little something, and they will certainly enjoy a chortle or two -- even if it is at their own expense.