Like the particular brand of music Dewey espouses, this is a movie more concerned with exploiting rock than understanding it.

Salma Hayek merrily struts off with most of Brett Ratner's wispy caper comedy.

A star is born in 8 Mile, all right, but his name is Mekhi Phifer.

Passed my popcorn-movie test. Using the vast, expensive technology of a big studio production, it roused enough cheap energy to drive me to eat a bag of popcorn fit for a circus animal and wash it down with a quart of Diet Coke.

Those not familiar with Proust will doubtless feel lost. Unlike the printed word, film does not offer the chance to pause and reflect, or go back and re-read a passage.

About as good as the genre gets.

Unwaveringly predictable.

The Cell is eye candy - but it could give your brain a bad case of indigestion.

As scary Halloween movies go, Thirteen Ghosts' "Oh, please" factor is pretty darn high.

Kasdan has assembled a stellar cast of supporting players to lend this low-key tale some interest.

It doesn't take a genius IQ to figure out the movie's final twist far in advance, leaving the attentive viewer to wonder only about how Shyamalan will pull it off and to hope the movie doesn't turn silly.

When it sticks to the subject, the movie is sad and affecting.

It took guts to bring this story to the screen, but at its core it has the wrong stuff.

This isn't your father's Stuart Little, but youngsters will be delighted. Mostly.

The result may not make for a great adventure, but it's sure a fun ride.

The soundtrack is guaranteed to send chills where they'll be most effective, and the ultimate resolution is a real shocker. While it doesn't explain away everything that's happened, it comes deliciously close.

A comedy that doesn't work if you think about it too much. Cut it some slack, however, and you just might have a good time.

In real life, Bacon and Sedgwick are husband and wife. Their scenes mark one of the rare times an off-screen couple's intimacy enriches on-screen passion.

Its heart and head are in the right place, but its feet and hands aren't busy enough.

Connie and Carla is a good-hearted comedy that missteps by trying to become a moralistic one.

Brimming with values that should serve its young audience well: altruism, friendship, self-sacrifice, responsibility.

Dunston Checks In checks in somewhere between cute and zany. It's never really funny, but director Ken Kwapis has a low flair for slapstick that occasionally ignites a spark or two.

Has a sweetness to it that's irresistible, and its techno, trance and jungle soundtrack is as infectious and hypnotic as a contact high.

Handsome and well-acted, yet it can't hold a pawn to Nabokov's harrowing and moving character study.

A grade-B rumination on what a nasty guy the devil can be.

The cinematic equivalent of a beautifully wrapped gift box with nothing inside.

It fails to dig beneath that surface picture and offer up anything in the way of explanation or motivation.

Unfortunately, it lacks emotional lift or folkloric fervor.