Steve Simels

This totally sucks.

The real problem with the new film, however, is a certain lack of chemistry between the leads; Wilson is game, as always, but his part is seriously underwritten, and while Murphy raises trash talking to the level of a fine art, he seems to be operating in another movie altogether.

A very sweet, very funny coming-of-age story, featuring Kiss as the Great White Whale of adolescence.

This is essentially a glib soap opera whose main characters are two-dimensional cliches used as clotheslines on which to hang sitcom-level jokes.

The cast is uniformly excellent -- Pryce in simultaneously utterly horrible and a real hoot as the wildly egomaniacal paterfamilias -- but the film itself is merely mildly charming.

It's hard to overstate just how awful this movie is, despite the efforts of the appealing cast.

The lame and apparently tacked-on ending (which seems to crib footage from 2000's "Gladiator"), suggests the rather terrifying prospect of a Roman-era sequel. Five words: Be afraid, be very afraid.

Acouple of well-earned laughs but ultimately overstays its welcome.

By the film's finale the descent into unintentional parody is all but complete, with a big death scene for Jackson complete with an angelic choir on the soundtrack -- the surprise is that they aren't singing "Dixie."

A genial and instantly forgettable sports comedy.

If you accept the film on its own brain-damaged level, there actually are laughs to be had.

It's a good thing the two rappers are such utterly natural actors, armed with terrific comic timing.

While not for every taste, this often very funny collegiate gross-out comedy goes a long way toward restoring the luster of the National Lampoon film franchise.

There's so much going on it's hard to keep track, and after a while you may be tempted to give up.

Comic Tommy Davidson, in particular, is hilarious as gangsta rapper Puff Smokey Smoke, who falls for Juwanna and then, in a twist lifted directly from the queen of all drag farces, 1959's "Some Like It Hot," decides he still loves her after she's exposed as Jamal. After all, nobody's perfect.

An extremely loud and simpleminded cross between TV's "WWF Smackdown!" and "Dumb and Dumber."

Sally Field has actually made a likeable movie.

A hick-town, screwball comedy version of "Dog Day Afternoon," and surprisingly palatable despite its sitcom soul and star.

If this is even a reasonably accurate account of someone's real life, then we as a culture may be in worse shape than we imagine.

This broad, coarse farce is otherwise as insubstantial a piece of work as you could possibly imagine; in fact, a light breeze could blow it away.

A butt-numbing exercise in tedium, sporadically redeemed by moments of unintentional hilarity.