V.A. Musetto

Pretty but tedious Euro-pap at its most self-indulgent.

You will be so put off by the bland couple (what do you expect from people named Joe and Jane?) and their dumb arguing - not to mention the grating score - that you won't really care.

A convoluted, pointless thriller that wastes the considerable talent of Max von Sydow.

With so many worthwhile movies out there just waiting for a release, it's a shame that this tired drama is getting a run.

Offensive and unwatchable.

It boggles the mind to think that Elite Squad won the top prize at the prestigious Berlin Film Festival in February.

There's little reason to see the claustrophobic Chronicling a Crisis unless you have a fascination with the Kolleks. Watching the vanity project is like being forced to sit through a friend's boring home movies.

There's plenty of material here for a dark comedy, but director Martin Curland isn't up to the job. His film - like Luke - plods along, unsure of exactly what it's supposed to be.

Director Ferzan Ozpetek's film doesn't break any new ground; rather, it recycles every cliché about gays in what is essentially an extended soap opera.

Sappy and simplistic.

A clueless Mundhra tackles the subject with a heavy hand and a contrived script. The result is a daytime soap mixed with a second-rate women-behind-bars flick.

This poorly done, digitally animated work, directed by Hiroyuki Kitakubo, might be of interest to die-hard fans of anime. Others should pass it by.

Boring.

Schmaltzy and contrived.

Clichéd stories, clichéd characters. All that's missing is Ed Burns.

Is nothing sacred? In the schizophrenic war epic The War lords, Jet Li, the hunky action hero, cries -- no, make that sobs -- several times. What will his legion of young male fans think?

There are a few sweet moments as the story reaches its unsurprising conclusion. But, all in all, Flakes isn't going to bowl you over.

Viewers are left wondering just why they should care about them and the rest of the film's one-dimensional characters.

Having root-canal surgery would be less painful than sitting through the martial-arts disaster Ong-Bak: The Thai Warrior.

The praise for this static, overlong, stagebound work is a mystery to me.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work. None of the talking heads is as interesting as Yu thinks they are; and it's difficult to build sympathy for any of them.

If all terrorists were like these idiots, the US would have nothing to worry about.

Adams and the school's students and teachers deserve an A-plus, although the film rates a much lower grade. It unfolds lifelessly, as Binzer parades a contingent of talking heads before the camera in what could pass for an infomercial.

A lightweight French comedy worth watching only for Cecile de France. The gamine actress - decked out in short reddish hair, black tights and a thigh-high mini - is charming as Jessica.

The movie's only redeeming qualities are its stars.

Arlyck spends more time following himself and his own lefty family than checking up on Sean.

Deadly dull.

There are a few scares, but not enough to make up for the murky script.