Paula Nechak

It lacks, despite the remarkable techno effects by wizard Stan Winston, originality and charisma.

Would be totally unexceptional if not for its visual telling of the Apollo 11 flight and the fact that the movie is impressively shot - the first animated feature film in 3-D.

Though the pop idol recently said that movies are his ultimate goal, the best thing about On the Line is its music.

Though it does present the facts of Susann's life, it skims them so quickly and with such glorious glee that we never get a sense of who this woman really was.

What it doesn't have is a script that has anything original, cohesive, or, gasp -- funny -- to say.

Truly raunchy but it's more sweetly stupid and silly than anything.

Cast and crew have a blast making a family movie that spoofs its James Bond-like premise, is jam-packed with action, sweaty-palm suspense and adventurous, high-tech fun effects, and yet never loses its at-the-core heart and sympathies.

You walk away wishing they had more than this scant and often shoddy material with which to enjoy their rollicking and racy good time.

Is Queen of the Damned worthy of its hype or should it have a stake driven through its dark heart? The answer lies somewhere in between.

An insufferably insipid comedy with a cruel subtext.

It resorts to a story line so predictable that its willingness to go so earnestly into unoriginal territory is doubly disappointing since its first half had so much more going for it.

A perfect example of form without content.

There's a vicious, crude nerve that snakes through this sequel and it leaves no group unscarred -- but unfortunately, women and the handicapped take most of the thrusts.

This nifty little addition to the Winnie the Pooh franchise boasts some nice touches.

A decidedly mixed bag.

Feels the scratches of too much time and tinkling and is as disjointed as a dislocated shoulder.

The lapses in logic make a weak subplot about a serial killer on the loose just plain silly instead of provocative.

Scores high on nastiness, but it has as many surprisingly funny moments as offensive ones.

A bafflingly unfunny comedy.

So poorly constructed and so elementally banal that it's a shock the script was written by the same guy (Nicholas Kazan) who wrote such taut thrillers as "At Close Range" and "Reversal of Fortune."

It has absolutely nothing to say -- no redeeming commentary about nihilistic, narcissistic society and its appetite for instant gratification -- which would have made it sociologically interesting, or at least sort of Faustian in theme. Instead Sex and Death 101 is as empty-headed as its protagonist.

In the end, dark comedy drives the film, but it's overwhelmed by a desire to be liked, really liked.

An awful, misanthropic, deadly unfunny and badly acted war-of-the-sexes travesty.

Tepid and only sporadically amusing.

A real dud, with few laughs, no characterization, little story, a cluster of stereotypes and clichés and just plain nothing for Foxx to do.

Tries mightily to have the charm of "Bull Durham," but instead fields raunchy sex jokes, predictable story line, dumb dialogue and a lackluster love affair.