Luke Y. Thompson

This horror-comedy about an aging Elvis in a haunted rest home proves not only is "Evil Dead's" Bruce Campbell a good actor, but possibly a great one.

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

Neither pandering nor dull, Zathura plays exactly like a no-limits replica of the kind of space adventure that imaginative kids left to their own devices might enact.

The bottom line, however, is that cheap and unoriginal as The Gift may be, it sucks you in.

One of those genially paced, character-driven indies, and succeeds as such very well.

If you like being scared, you should have fun. Bring a date to hold hands with.

While not entirely successful, at least deserves points for creativity.

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.

Isn't a bad movie by conventional standards, just a boring one.

Robert Rodriguez and his kids conjure up a charming 3-D fantasy.

It contains nary a dull moment.

There are no stunning revelations herein, but then, that's not why you're going to go see it, is it?

The zingers come so fast and furious that if you miss a few (and even the most alert viewer will the first time), there are always more.

The movie is therefore better than it ought to be, but without Douglas, it ought not to be at all

Neorealism it ain't, but if you have a sufficiently long attention span, there are moments of laugh-out-loud absurdity that are worth the price of admission.

If you have a chance to see the 3-D IMAX version of the movie ignore any objections. But if your only choice is a regular 2-D screen, The Polar Express is still three-fourths of a great movie.

The pleasure is in watching veteran star Bouquet and the versatile Berling go at it -- they even seem to look alike.

Fashion photographer David LaChapelle expands upon his award-winning short film "Krumped," introducing us to the new dance forms popular in South Central Los Angeles via the charismatic "ghetto celebrity" known as Tommy the Clown.

It's dull enough to make a Mormon fidget.

The skeleton's a hoot, and the score, credited to the solo-monikered Valentino, is pitch-perfect. Some judicious editing would make a huge improvement, however, because even at 90 minutes, it feels like Blamire's stretching the joke a bit thin.

To the fan of ’80s slashers, this return to glorious excess is a beautiful thing.

Tigers are such rare and beautiful creatures that you could just film them running around an enclosure for an hour or so and many would pay to see it. Annaud adds much more, and has made a compelling story that's truly for the whole family, without being overly sentimental.

Ultimately, the film amounts to being lectured to by tech-geeks, if you're up for that sort of thing.