Kim Morgan

The best thing about 2 Fast 2 Furious is Tyrese (terrific in Singleton's "Baby Boy"), whose charisma, looks and charm supply the picture with much-needed spark. It's too bad he's stuck in this spotty video game.

Its cool, glib observations, delivered by good-looking creative people who live like the cast of "Friends" gone cynical, becomes forced and often stupid. The film goes off the track enough to make for an interesting train wreck.

Limps shallowly along.

Never maintains the spark necessary to sustain a feature film.

Quite simply, the "Tomb Raider" series has been flat-out boring, even with the talented and fun Jolie -- who needs to take off those harnesses and get back to real movies. She deserves better.

The clothes are worth it; nothing else is.

Accuracy and realism are terrific, but if your film becomes boring, and your dialogue isn't smart, then you need to use more poetic license.

Somewhere along the way, Stephen Herek's Rock Star decided to become a dippy, cliche-ridden drama and, worse, an odd indictment of metal music. Joy.

Not that Chan isn't lovable; he is. But he's making it harder to feel warm and fuzzy about him with films like The Medallion. It's OK to age, but Chan needs to broaden his horizons. He is a trained singer. Where's that musical he's always dreamed of making?

All guts, no glory and, worse, bad story.

Plot, comedy and characterization? It's absolutely anemic.

Bad comedy.

Goes overboard in its presentation of supposed reality.

Feels more TV movie-of-the-week than Oscar contender.

Starts out dark, thrilling and inventive, then, regrettably, becomes sappy, mainstream and mundane.

Lacks the perfect timing, luster and true vitality of its predecessors.

Lopez is fine, sometimes quite funny, but she's better playing the take-no-prisoners planner than a goofy, insecure dork.

We're talking mediocre-to-bad. Still, the film has at least two bits that are funnier than anything in many better films and a fair amount of mild amusement in between.

There's nothing worse than a sub-par Woody Allen knockoff.

A little movie, fine, but a little movie with little in the way of character composition, cinematic panache or intelligent writing.

It's something we might mildly enjoy on an airplane (well, not anymore) or on a lazy Sunday TV day when nothing else is on, but in theaters, it's a clunker.

One of the funniest things in Scary Movie 3 is Pamela Anderson. She makes us laugh. And not just at her (though she's game to poke fun at her image) but with her.

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.

Fails to be resonant and, more important, scary.

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.

Suffers from poor comic timing and defective romantic pacing.

By a certain point The Heart of Me becomes pointlessly depressing and unlikable without offering insight.

A flimsy film that's too clean and corn pone to be anything near rock 'n' roll.