Robert Horton

Destined to be remembered not for its laugh-per-minute ratio, but for breaking a barrier of crudeness in mainstream movies.

So wound up in its own bungee cords, it leaves itself hopelessly tied in knots.

The scene doesn't amount to much more than a logical extension of its lightweight premise.

The brainchild of English director Ben Hopkins, who takes his time getting going. Too much time, really, as the first hour passes rather antsily, without quite achieving forward motion.

Works best as a free-flowing essay.

A reminder of why Bullock became a movie star in the first place.

There's something about The Woman Chaser that isn't quite thought through, in a basic way.

Carrey is an actor possessed. He's brilliant.

Sometimes star power alone can keep you from walking out of a movie, and this is one of those times.

It's all safe and sane and bland.

Until it backs itself into a narrative corner, Lisa Krueger's Committed is a delightfully unpredictable experience.

In this case, I have to say, the sense of boredom.

It does... apply Kitano's black-comic style to a different setting, and individual scenes sparkle with unexpected jokes, twists, and occasional cruelties.

It may have a good liberal conscience, and genuine sympathy for the rare perspective of a homeless person, but this movie is a fundamentally sentimental exercise.

As flat as the brim of a Mountie hat.

Has even less directorial initiative than it has romantic spark.

The opening reels here promise something big, but the movie settles for a sour, predetermined funk -- "Lord of the Flies" as imagined by a Nintendo junkie.

It all coalesces in a TV-level pleasantness, which isn't quite enough to fill a big screen.

As executive producer of the film, he (Freeman) clearly sees something in Alex Cross, a man much more interesting than the cheesy plot surrounding him.

A weirdly stillborn experience.

Everything about the movie is fine and dandy and dull.

There is something especially irritating about whimsy done badly.

A generally dumb movie with a smart, appealing, gutsy leading lady.

Even on its own terms, it stays sluggish.

Looks like a very cheerful and imaginative accident.

Spacey and company deserve better.

It may be possible that people who never go to the movies will stumble across Blow Dry and find it a charming way to spend an hour and a half, but the rest of us will have the ending written in our heads by the end of the first five minutes.

Half vulgar and funny, half tedious and cloying; despite the shameless laughs, it's still a disappointment.