Luke Y. Thompson

Snow Dogs may simply be a stupid waste of your time. But if you know the source, it's an abomination.

After watching, you may well wish that Peter Pan could be re-copyrighted to be kept out of the hands of anyone inclined to make this much of a mess of it.

Dude, where's the script? Just Awful.

It's a lame Heather Locklear romantic comedy and a lame Hilary Duff romantic comedy all in one!

If it weren't for Murray, there'd be nothing at all to the film, which forgets all conventional notions of story or characterization.

Highbrow self-appointed guardians of culture need not apply, but those who loved "Cool as Ice" have at last found a worthy follow-up.

This is cinema at its most punk rock—a raucous, unpolished, cheap, sacred-cow shredding middle finger to the mainstream with just enough raw talent inside to keep it from being dismissable.

Less fun than "Cry_Wolf" and "Venom," if that's possible.

It would take the ghost of Stanley Kubrick to get great performances out of Jimmy Fallon, Queen Latifah, and supermodel Gisele Bündchen, and Tim, you're no Stanley.

Shadow Hours must stand simply as an impressive B movie. Compared with what we've seen lately, however, that doesn't seem like a bad achievement by any means.

So desperate are the filmmakers to create a "hip" western that they try to cram it with action sequences that aren't very exciting.

Duff isn't exactly known for complex fare, but even "The Lizzie McGuire Movie" was way better than this.

No one in a McCulloch movie is ever normal -- most of the humor comes from characters saying or doing the weirdest thing you could possibly come up with in any given circumstance, and if that kind of humor's your bag, there's frequently a lot to enjoy in the bizarre antics of Green and Jason Lee,

The final showdown between sole survivor and killer is sufficiently well done that you wonder why the rest didn't measure up.

Joe Morton, Linda Hunt and Kathy Bates show up in supporting roles, only to have Costner's flagging energy drag them down, too.

It’s not just that more timely humor would do better; it’s that most comedy fans would probably rather be watching MacGruber again. Instead of sitting down for Me Time, do that, and hope that Hart and Wahlberg figure out a proper story next time that gives their chemistry somewhere to go.

You probably saw this film the last time around, when it was called "Sleeping With the Enemy." This one merely adds a better car chase and more ass-kicking.

Shoddy and ridiculous.

Definitely merits its R rating with a fearless approach that will earn genuine laughs as it turns a few stomachs. Yes, a Rob Schneider movie that's funny. Strange but true.

Hilarity should ensue, but it doesn't.

Every bit as pathetic and unfunny as it looks.

Once you get past the inherent silliness of the premise, what we've got here is actually a deft little chiller, stylishly directed despite the so-so cast.

This lame hostage movie doesn't even deliver for Seagal fans.

There’s no reason a movie with this premise couldn’t be better. Just not in these folks’ hands.

It's a heartfelt and powerful examination of faith that no serious student or enthusiast of theology or philosophy should miss.

The film was cut down from an R rating to get a PG-13, but even if it had full-on Eliza Dushku nudity -- and it doesn't have anything close -- Soul Survivors would still suck.

A romantic comedy with neither humor nor sparks between the leads, Marci X attempts to lampoon gangsta rap clichés so obvious they feel ten years old -– “Malibu's Most Wanted” brought more to the table.

Some fairly standard shenanigans ensue, and when the clichéd high school culture clash stuff stops, there's clichéd cop movie stuff going on.