In its own B-film, let's-make-them-jump-out-of-their-seats way, Bats is quite the hoot.

Never makes the Jordans' tribulations feel like anything more than yuppie angst.

An engaging yarn and a moving character study, but it's also a sweet, sad glimpse of everyone's future.

Keeps filmgoers wondering what will happen next even as they are repulsed by what's happening in front of them.

Just another tepid entry into this year's Death-as-Turn-On Sweepstakes.

A wonderfully complex character at the center of a gratifyingly satisfying yarn.

What it is not is funny.

Too sketchy about her protagonist's interior life, and too fast and loose with the details of this story, to make much of an impact beyond its initial shock.

Elmo graciously shares the stage with a cast of players who will not only delight youngsters but will come as sweet relief to grown-ups.

Thank heaven for William H. Macy, whose portrayal of Happy's sheriff strikes the only honest note in a film that earns its laughs the cheap way.

Unwaveringly predictable.

Too much fun to ignore.

This audacious hybrid of cinematic styles is pure entertainment.

It's just too bad that you can see everything coming from a mile away.

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

As earnest as the performances are, something seems to be lost in the translation.

An only fitfully engaging L.A. soap opera.

Catherine Breillat's pretentious, meandering, self-indulgent portrait of a libidinously deprived young woman is nothing more than pornography tricked out as feminist parable.

This dialogue isn't helped by two actors who look terrific but can barely choke out a word that sounds remotely authentic or spontaneous.

Utterly lightweight.

A movie that will endure.

Its mood of ennui and dread will haunt long after its title character's beaming grin has faded.

Lowbrow humor is one thing...but Love Stinks sinks the bar beyond comprehension.

The perfect film for anyone who finds the Keystone Cops a little too understated and I mean that as a compliment.

Busy, over-stylized mess of a movie.

Possesses memorable portrayals of thoroughly original characters and draws a beguilingly bleak portrait of its Rhode Island settings.

It's the performances of Ulrich and Gooding, in particular, that lift Chill Factor out of the derivative. Gooding possesses so much boundless energy that he practically dares you not to care, not to get involved, not to root for his success.

As subtle as a cinder block crashing on your head.