It overflows with a combustible blend of street sensitivity and testosterone.

(Penn)'s is a lovely, soulful performance in a movie that manages to imbue tragedy with just the right grace note of insouciance -- a movie worthy of Woody Allen himself.

A passionate, heart-wrenching film that is a must-see for any romantic.

This movie is about the survival of the open-minded. As far as current American independents go, it's the fastest and the funniest.

A stinging elegy for lost American dreams.

This documentary could have been a simple downer. Instead, it's a giddy, manic-depressive roller coaster - because it brings us eye to eye with Gilliam.

Few directors are able to showcase actors with fast-cutting techniques. Hill is an ace at it because everything about his action is organic.

It's a deft sleight-of-story Aniston, White and Arteta pull off, giving us a character who seems more than she is, but is really less than she appears.

Whereas the TV series rarely flinched when it came to showing the animal world as it is, Earth always pulls back at the last second. It shows a cheetah pulling down a gazelle, but not the feast that follows.

Brosnan turns his typical talent on its head. So does director Boorman, who forsakes his usual tingling virtuosity.

A first-rate sail into Adventureland.

A delirious surprise .

McTeer delivers a messily cheerful performance as a woman who thinks nothing of brushing her teeth with beer.

Like the coolest train set a kid ever had. It's not real and the faces on the toy people don't look human, but it has bells and whistles galore and will take you as far as your imagination allows.

A joyful celebration of spirit and endurance.

It's shallow as a puddle, but lots o' fun.

The picture has immediacy, force and humanity. It's a muckraking work of art.

Hard to take in its particulars.

This is a movie that's really about how much fun Glenn Milstead had being Divine, and how he — perhaps unexpectedly — found so many fans willing to go along for the ride. That's an American success story worth celebrating.

Although it's in the same genre as "The English Patient," it's a vastly better movie --more surprising and original, more rigorous and sympathetic. This film is oddly shaped. It is also heartbreaking and exhilarating.

An unconventional and engrossing French thriller.

It flows like fast-moving lava to a climax filled with pyrotechnics. And for once in a summer blockbuster, the fireworks are both emotional and physical. The movie leaves you sated, yet wanting more -- just what you want from a series with two entries left to go.

Jungle Fever is so many graceful things, so many angry things, so many truly moving things that its occasional faults are the faults of excess passion, not failure of imagination. Most importantly, it seethes with life, unlike nearly every other movie out of Hollywood these days.

The result is an exciting, infuriating, combative experience.

If the movie has a flaw, it's that the working out of Vincent's psychology is too perfect.

There's a dignity to Mondays in the Sun that manages to keep the film buoyant, helping to keep all the despair at bay.

In its peak moments, the movie delivers, all at once, genuine street wisdom and psychology and wrenching expressions of family and friendship.

Nothing seriously detracts from the film's overall brilliance.