Kim Morgan

A big, loud, sometimes clever, often dumb behemoth of a movie.

It's frustrating and still oddly likable.

Exciting, gory, funny and, like much of anime, a bit cheesy.

Basic essentially is a fun movie, surprise ending and all. To take it too seriously is to miss the point. Travolta is charming, his performance recapturing the old charisma.

A slick disappointment -- though there's much unintentional humor to be enjoyed.

Once you lose yourself in Ruiz's stunning achievement -- a wonderfully acted, beautifully realized vision of Proust -- you'll be enchanted.

Filled with too many issues -- along with young motherhood, street gangs, city life, sex, peer pressure, grief and, oh yes, dancing, which is nearly lost in so many poorly written subplots.

Though stilted and emotionally vacant at times, it's still an entertaining and absorbing experience.

Fails to be resonant and, more important, scary.

With very little dialogue and through what's essentially a gimmick, we come truly to like these guys.

The film isn't so much a demanding character study as it is a lot of pretty parts pushed together.

Judging by the beautiful photography of Salvatore Totino, Howard knows what a Western should look like. But the thrills suggested by the trailers, in which the picture is presented almost like a frightening supernatural horror story, are nowhere to be seen.

So what is the picture saying? With its uneven tone, flat direction (on bad-looking digital video) and varied performances, very little.

Works as pure escapist entertainment, but it's on the cusp of being smarter -- making it all the more frustrating.

So action-packed from start to finish that the final result is grating rather than thrilling.

There are movies that are made for the big screen, and movies that are made for the small screen; Passionada is the latter type.

A tiresome, hammy and ultimately annoying portrait of the artist as a young drunk.

Scattered and silly. If it evokes any strong feelings from you, it will probably be hunger -- the food all looks so good.

Amusing, funny (intentionally and unintentionally -- it's dubbed, so many lines come out ludicrous) and, by the ending, exciting.

This is a movie where you can just sit back and revel in it, warts and all.

With a less popcorn-friendly cast and some cheesy special effects, this is a surprisingly engaging, sometimes foolish but often roughly intelligent film.

It is off-putting at first, then refreshing, then downright touching. In short, it works.

If you simply love Vogue magazine, you'll love 8 Women just as much as the cinematically educated. This breezy entertainment often feels like an exquisitely photographed fashion layout come to life.

Stinky, boring, aggressively unfunny picture.

Has two other notable things going for it: the brilliant Christopher Walken and a soundtrack packed with songs by the drippy power ballad band Bad Company.

Watching Rocks shows, we know he's sharper than the average actor. But watching him flail and play funny in movies that aren't as smart as him is simply depressing. Someone give this man a good role. And please, let him do a few more takes -- these scenes can't be his best efforts.

Groove seems to be less about what it is chronicling than what its attempting to decipher.

Suffers from poor comic timing and defective romantic pacing.