Ron Wells

I don't know if this movie could have been made with anyone but Chow Yun-Fat. As Chen, he finally is allowed to display the nervous energy and Eastern rhythms we associate with his Hong Kong work.

What was needed was either a Stanley Kubrick, or, well, the Farrelly Brothers. Instead we get warmed over Spike Jonze. Still, a little watered down Spike Jonze has to be entertaining some of the time, so this isn't a total loss.

In the end, the whole shebang comes off like a bunch of snotty, rich white kids screwing each other and screwing each other over.

The director’s new masterpiece is a summation of nearly everything he has learned as a filmmaker, and about black culture, but he doesn’t feel the need to beat the audience over the head for each lesson he’s trying to impart.

Over all, the short stories never gel together or create a unified whole.

If distinctly uneven CGI, minimal originality and overly convenient plot devices turn you off, this may not be your film.

The portrait drawn by this film is of a man loved and/or respected by nearly all that have known him.

You know, each and every person reading this right now will shell out their six bucks ($9-$14 in L.A./New York) to see this film no matter what I say. Hell, I feel ambivalent about it and I'm still going to pay to see it again.

The stars have zero chemistry and the movie is none too thrilling.

If you like Chan's Hong Kong films, you'll like this. Much of the "dramatic" work and dialogue are horrible but the stunt work here is actually superior to many of Chan's films.

It's a little frightening to watch Hawn be "bubbly" at her age.

It's too bad with all of the poker action there wasn't enough time to establish the relationships between characters.

This is a big, silly film. Is it full of explosions and one-liners? Of course. Is it entertaining? Of course.

BRILLIANT and WITTY. Those are two words that will not be used to described this film.

David Schwimmer, our whiny friend, is used to good effect as Heche's boyfriend.

It is not quite as stupid as it looks. I'm not saying it ISN'T dumb, though, just not as bad as I think even the studio thought.

This is a story about purgatory, though it goes by the name Camp Pendleton.

Hey, I'm not saying it's bad. It's kind of entertaining, what I can recall of it after two days. It's, uh, okay. Just okay, though.

This should have been a black comic masterpiece. The cast is certainly up to the task, even in the small roles.

Oh, boy. This is not unlike watching one of the movies Jerry Lewis made after that concentration camp/clown epic nearly destroyed his career and his mind.

Overall, it's good, not great.

In order to spare you the trauma of this cinematrocity, I'll go ahead and tell you how the film turns out. Who killed the General's Daughter? The filmmakers did.

The movie doesn't stink. The performances are good, potentially great, especially Vince Vaughn as Norman Bates.

Rips out at least one dimension to reduce everything to archetypal good guys and bad guys, or bad guy and worse guys.

I don't want to say any more about the plot, it's just too much sick fun.

A great film and an important one.

I completely dreaded sitting through this movie...Two-hour purgatory.

The best thing about a movie like this is I never have to see it again.