Wastes amusing beginnings.

Equilibrium doesn't tread softly on our dreams; it tramples them.

Sokurov, for all his accomplishment, is less a bold innovator than a raider of lost art.

I love Rabbit-Proof Fence as drama, as protest, as moviemaking and as poetry.

It's hard to figure who this picture is supposed to be for. Although a cartoon, it's way too mean-spirited and crass for young kids (parents, be forewarned!). And the idea that any substantial number of adults would find this sort of thing entertaining ... let's pray civilization hasn't come to that.

Steven Soderbergh's Solaris is an uptight movie -- the opposite of his scintillating "Out of Sight."

The Emperor's Club is a beautiful fraud -- as gracefully proportioned as a Christopher Wren academy, yet as devoid of content as a prep-school promo film.

As a franchise, the James Bond series needs its stomach stapled.

If you do insist on seeing this film, don't arrive late: the clever, animated opening credits are a stitch, suggesting a sprightliness of touch and winsome wickedness of tone that's missing from the rest of the movie.

The movie's cinematography is sumptuous, in its own intimate way. But all that's glorious about this film is the flesh tones. There isn't enough flesh and blood.

This thoroughly modern movie pulls off a classical feat. It elicits the searing combination of pity and terror that leaves a viewer feeling purged.

Drags on and on and could frighten little kids. But Kenneth Branaugh is one bright light in Chamber of Secrets.

Stupid. Illogical. Simplistic. Pandering. And those are its good points.

It's a documentary about acknowledging genius, about just desserts, about artistic muses that refuse to give up. It's about great camaraderie and great music.

Would have been better served if Carrera had spent a little more energy developing his story and less on emphasizing his message.

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

The Bread, My Sweet is not for the cynical, who will doubtlessly find themselves gasping for air before the film's over and demanding a reality check of anyone who actually likes it. Their loss.

It's the oddest case yet of the Emperor's New Clothes. After all, the Emperor in the fairy tale was naked. This movie has tons of fabulous clothing. The people disappear within their wardrobes.

The Disney cartoon feature Treasure Planet is shot through with ingenuity. It outlandishly, cleverly moves Robert Louis Stevenson's seminal swashbuckler Treasure Island to outer space. The movie's affection for its source may be enough to get youngsters to crack open the original.

Isn't perfect, but it's fun, and Tim Allen shines

Up against the wit and teamwork of the sparkling TV original, this lame vehicle sputters and fades.

Experiencing this film is like hurtling down a verbal slalom.

A sophisticated thrill. And incandescent Thandie Newton is a worthy successor to Audrey Hepburn in 'Charade.'

A gorgeous flirt of a murder movie.

All honesty, rebellion and suffering, but no depth.

Paid In Full's performances - especially by the always-engaging Phifer -- are strong, its message worthwhile and its sincerity doubtless.

Ghost Ship would have been so much better if they'd just let the ship do more of the acting.

An exhilarating movie about sadness and renewal.