Essentially an episode of "24." Which may be a step up from a video game, but it's getting hard to tell.

A listless, disjointed collegiate opposites-attract comedy.

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.

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

With its incomprehensible plot, flat visual style and indecipherably mixed messages (violence is good; no, wait, violence is bad!), this movie seems chiefly to be an excuse to sell even more trading cards.

Most of the movie makes too much sense and is no fun at

Plot-wise, this is strictly paint-by-numbers stuff.

Forget chemistry: There's no biology to the star casting.

Ghosts of Girlfriends Past displays nary a wisp of life, let alone an afterlife.

Armed with few laughs, this clumsy sequel makes a sloppy mess of its plot ... and star Sandra Bullock.

Gory overkill.

Sheila Bernette, as an aged pickpocket, is less a stereotype than an escapee from some provincial British comedy of the early 1950s. But she steals necklaces and knickknacks with such finesse and gusto that she also steals the movie.

Shyamalan has said he wanted to create the best B-movie ever made, but it fails to be the best C movie of the month. (Stuck or Zohan are better C movies.)

The unearned air of moralism that wafts through 15 Minutes pollutes its entertainment value.

A return to form -- bad form. Lifeless, unimaginative and almost determinedly uninspired, it's paint-by-numbers filmmaking at its dreariest.

At best it's a bit like Mel Brooks' "The History of the World Part I" (except Ramis stops somewhere in Genesis); at worst it's like a Scary Movie-type parody of John Huston's "The Bible."

There's enough here to keep the movie light and avoid the curse of interminableness. Will there be enough to warrant a third Scooby-Doo film? Must we find out?

The latest failed Hollywood attempt to make a movie from a video game.

Most of the fun to be had with Thr3e is to spot the movies from which it cribs. Beyond that, what one has is a conventional psychological thriller that cheats too often and depends on actors determined to play only one note.

Idiotic, ugly and ridiculous.

What can you say about a film where Carmen Electra's performance is one of the high points?

Buy your ticket, sit yourself down, and let ol' John take you for a ride. You'll have a blast.

Save for Jesus' skin color, which he shares with some of his fellow Jews, little about the story is re-imagined or re-evaluated.

It's as if all the digital tools of new millennial filmmaking fell into the hands of men who had less storytelling sense than a campfire bard or a cave painter.

In this day of overstuffed action flicks and dumbed-down "comedies," (Snow Day) is kinda refreshing.

Strings of four-letter words are a poor substitute for dialogue, and it's not until the movie is almost over that someone realizes there's no reason, other than assumed macho posturing, for Cube's character to go after these bad guys so hard.

The only question is how many levels of meaning can be plumbed from the phrase "Let's party!"

The surprise behind Town and Country isn't that the director started filming without a finished script, but that he ever thought he had the start of one.