Peaceful Warrior fails pitifully at being transcendent. This New Age movie about living in the moment gets you looking at your watch and squirming in your seat.

There's a moving, complicated love story at the center of Angel Eyes. It's too bad a peripheral plot line draws attention away from it.

Swing Kids really doesn't go anywhere. [05 Mar 1993]

Fame has today's usual gritty form of slick to it, but in every other way it's an Amateur Hour and a half.

A gut-busting black-and-white culture clash comedy. It's not elegantly done. Some of the acting is too broad to enjoy. It has plot problems and racial-stereotype problems.

The only reason to see Nights in Rodanthe is to check in with Diane Lane.

The most refreshing thing about Man of the Year is its mingling of comedy and suspense with common decency. Levinson asks his countrymen not just to know their limits, but also to reach them.

Reprehensible.

A veritable clinic in irritation. Just thinking about it irritates me deeply.

The bad guys just seem like a bunch of X-Games rejects, and Blart's ingenuity proves way more effective than it has any right to be.

Fitfully thrilling.

Tries to be both poignant and wicked, and succeeds at neither.

As overstated and expository as a historical pageant, from the drippy music to a sputtering, running gag involving funky old jalopies to cliched speeches and teary-eyed deaths and a final voice-over crying out for peace. Why not add a song score and an exclamation mark in the title?

Arthur and the Invisibles tries way too hard.

Kids, except for the very youngest, are going to be bored.

The script gives the actors less of a chance than the dragons give to Homo sapiens.

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

Simply go out and rent the original. In the thin ranks of killer-power-tool flicks, it's still the standard to beat.

The serial-killer thriller of the week, should have gotten a life of its own instead of trying to steal it from Michael Pye's novel of the same name and several other movies.

At two hours, The Chronicles of Riddick is way too long for ridiculous.

A sword-and-sorcery saga that desperately wants to be another "Lord of the Rings," Eragon succeeds in being only the palest of imitations.

A feel-good us-against-them tale that panders mercilessly to its audience, yet displays a few moments of honest humor.

I know Empire is supposed to be a movie, but for a while, I thought I was listening to one of those talking books.

Children should enjoy Jungle Book 2 just fine. Adults will wonder why anyone bothered.

The apotheosis of adolescent junk. Every sequence spews or splats carnage-filled effects. It's over-the-top, but not pleasurably so -- it's calculatedly over-the-top. The only way to get off on it is to revel in its prodigal waste of materiel.

As disposable as aluminum cans without the promise of a cash return.

A mess.

Most of the film simply wallows in gangsta hyperbole - it's all bling bling, bang bang.