Everyone would have been better off if the editors had just cobbled together a 90-minute blooper reel and called it a day.

Wayne Wang directed "The Joy Luck Club," a fine, sentimental look at Chinese women. Now he presents another look at Chinese sisterhood in Snow Flower and the Secret Fan, and it feels like a shallow imitation: Imagine getting Kate Hudson when you expect Goldie Hawn.

It's just kind of a mess, as unfocused and immature as the four mutant turtles at its core. Stuff happens, stuff blows up and this is probably a good time to mention that Michael Bay produced the film.

Perhaps the problem isn’t one of too little ambition, but of too much. The Spy Who Dumped Me is, after all, trying earnestly to be about half a dozen different things: a buddy comedy, a spy drama, a raunch fest, a thrilling action film. It’s just that it doesn't have the focus to do any of those things particularly well.

Nothing seems real here, with everything too broadly drawn.

The dialogue is particularly bad, which is odd because the Duplass crowd typically excels at natural-sounding dialogue.

Kartheiser brings some zip and smarm to the proceedings as the villain with a million years in his vault, but it's not nearly enough to make In Time worth your time. Or your money.

[Denis] definitely never holds back from shocking the audience with multiple sudden deaths, haunting rape scenes and various graphic moments. But with such little character development, why invest in these stories?

Home Again is a romantic comedy with its heart in the right place. And that’s just about the only thing it has going for it. It’s facile, disingenuous, artificial in nearly every way.

Everything is overwrought, every circumstance a potential tragedy. Humor is largely absent.

The film's lack of common sense reaches out-of-control proportions in the final minutes.

There might be a decent movie in here somewhere, if the focus had been on the right character.

It seems unfinished, choppy, the storytelling almost of the after-school special variety.

[Estevez] still hasn't progressed beyond the film-school basics, but somehow he managed to recruit an all-star cast of (presumably) like-minded activists for The Public.

Burke and Hare is a waste of a good cast and a better story, as well as a hollow reminder of how John Landis seemingly has lost his touch.

For anyone familiar with the original Peter Rabbit, it’s a little depressing to see its storybook charm reduced to slapstick. You can only see a person get electrocuted so many times before the gag wears thin, and with it the movie’s welcome.

Freeman is back in Reiner's latest, The Magic of Belle Isle, which has all the pathos and saccharine of "The Bucket List" but little of the humor. It's earnest, predictable and disposable.

It’s a stumble down the catwalk not even Blue Steel can save.

As with any movie of this sort, there are a few laughs. Johnson is as likable an actor as there is, and it’s to the actors’ credit that they buy in to the stupidity. But there aren’t enough laughs and not nearly enough story.

If Eastwood wanted to use the real men, a documentary would have been just as powerful and more dramatically satisfying. Instead, the acting is distracting. The film’s intentions are sterling. Its execution, not so much.

There's far too much going on in Valentine's Day, and far too little of it is worth the trouble.

What makes mythology so great is its sense of danger, the threat of real loss. This version of “Percy” has none of that.

Make no mistake, “Hold On” proves De Ette a talented singer, one destined for success. We didn’t need a movie to see that. A music video would have sufficed.

Outdoing all of the headliners, at least when it comes to capturing voices and body language, is a new character inside the game played by Awkwafina of “Crazy Rich Asians.” It’s subtle, but there’s something more authentic about her version of the shtick. She’s just more in the moment — or maybe less desperate for a laugh.

It’s all too much without ever turning into much at all.

Take away the confusing plot and throwaway punchlines and the cast is by far the best part of the film — and the reason many will go see it. If only they were part of a different movie. The Gentlemen doesn't live up to the hype.

While the movie is a mess, it can be a fun ride as long as you first put your brain into "do not disturb" mode.

An unruly mix of science, morality, family dysfunction, horror and finger-down-the-throat gross-out ridiculousness.