Mark Holcomb

The Great Raid is ultimately scotched by History Channel–worthy nostalgia.

Few clichés go unexercised, but there's also something quietly amazing going on here: For once, American Indians are portrayed not as spiritually attuned mystics or powerless patsies but as ordinary working stiffs, or at least the cinematic equivalent thereof.

A valueless kiddie paean to pro basketball underwritten by the NBA.

It's nauseating, unfunny stuff, unmitigated by the revelation that Griffin's mom physically abused him.

Makes for unexpectedly giddy viewing.

Best in Show succeeds only insofar as you're willing to laugh at a bunch of sad freaks.

Laughably unscary.

Suited only for unwitting under-twelvers (though even they may not outlast the midpoint evaporation of Lawrence's shtick).

Thematic muddle aside, the film's appeal lies in Burke's ranting charisma, Julie Christie's thankless turn as a sympathetic doctor, and Michael Spiller's radiant cinematography, which frequently captures the mythic grandeur that eludes Hartley's narrative grasp.

Good intentions or not, ineptitude and cloying sentimentality don't do anybody any favors.

Who is this movie's target audience, anyway? Preteens will be bored stupid, while adults are unlikely to want to revisit puppy love in such grueling detail. The lingering, soft-focus, slo-mo shots of Rosemary that punctuate the action suggest a constituency I'd rather not contemplate.

It's the summer's most disingenuous movie -- a real achievement in a waning season that included Tim Burton's "Banana Splits" remake.

Sanaa Hamri's brisk, refreshingly understated romantic comedy Something New is the rare movie that delivers on its title's promise.

There's a certain gutsy allure to the wildly improbable proceedings.

Rosenfeld's film doesn't have much of a story to tell and tells it rather routinely.