M. E. Russell

The fun thing about Eclipse is watching Lautner emerge as the Han Solo of this series, getting all the laughs and calling Edward and Bella on their preciousness.

The movie never recovers from its cheesy center.

Are Will Ferrell and director Adam McKay getting tired of their own shtick?

Chris Rock probably has a solid writer/director effort in him. This isn't it.

Hilariously, gut-bustingly, mind-blowingly, jaw-droppingly stupid.

Unfortunately, the film loses its merciless rage toward the end, devolving into a stock and broadly comic thriller about unpleasant people you never quite get to know.

As satire, it doesn't add up -- but it's an admirable, if dull, experiment.

It's just another bland, junior-high-basketball riff on "The Bad News Bears" formula, one that takes every single dramatic cue from the underdog sports-movie playbook.

Keaton offers glimpses of a directorial gift, but this odd little piece feels like a warm-up for something more compelling.

Does have its charms. While the videography and most of the supporting performances are amateurish, Clark and Caland are winning actors.

This will personally go down as the flick that really made me realize how much I hate CGI stunts.

That cast is precisely what makes the new Arthur so frustrating.

Freeman and Nicholson mostly stand in front of special-effects green screens and have the locales projected, like they're in a "Road" picture.

The film is competent without being spectacular or thrilling.

For starters, everything's grimy and humorless in a way that infects even Aniston.

The dialogue is dippy. And there's no real suspense: The filmmakers are so deadly earnest about the power of music and love and all that stuff, you just twiddle your thumbs waiting for the inevitable.

Do yourself a favor. Rent "My Bodyguard" instead.

Surprisingly dull.

The drama is telegraphed and glossy and un-fascinating; the edges have been belt-sanded until any camp value is lost. And it's filmed in that "Moulin Rouge"/"Chicago" style where you see half a dance move before the shot cuts -- which somehow makes a lot of difficult, sexy work seem simultaneously frenetic and boring.

Feels like a movie that wants to bare its fangs, but only manages a mild gumming.

If anyone could take a movie about a bunch of jerks who play poker and make it interesting, it should be Curtis Hanson. Or rather, it should have been.

Modest in every sense but one: Its cast is huge.

The movie gets just enough right that the things it doesn't get right (beyond its overdependence on a not-so-surprising story puzzle) smack you cold in the face.

Sporadically funny, bland, talent-wasting junk.

Kind of a drag.

In drama, tone, character and examination of the social issues tormenting these kids, Wassup Rockers is . . . taxing.

I love that fanboys fought for Fanboys. Unfortunately, their passion was misplaced.

Transplanting so much of the original story to a 21st-century setting only amplifies how badly the story has aged.