It's a satisfying experience, whatever kind of picture you label it.

Bay's movie couldn't be more timely; whatever you think about this subject, you might admire his attempt to come to grips with it in a summer blockbuster.

The year's least necessary and most unimaginative remake slogs half-heartedly to its pre-destined conclusion without making a ripple.

Bizarrely entertaining and brilliantly designed.

Watching Wedding Crashers is like stuffing yourself with raw cookie dough. It's a guilty pleasure that goes down easily, but you can't help wondering what it would've tasted like if someone had finished the job.

Puts a fun, frothy spin on the 1960s TV show before sinking back into the mundane.

The best action movie of the month contains chase scenes, fights, a love story, exotic locations - well, one exotic locale, snow-blasted Antarctica - and a battle for survival against long odds amid brutal conditions.

The acting is adequate, though Lohan looks more like someone who has just gotten out of high school than college.

There's one thing to be said for The Perfect Man: It confirms my belief that I'll never need to see another Hilary Duff movie until (1) she turns 30 or (2) she plays a crackhead in "Requiem for a Dream II."

For the first time since "X-Men," I was on the edge of my seat anticipating a sequel, wondering who'd play the Joker and how quickly Nolan - it must be Nolan! - can bring the next chapter of this story to the screen.

Pitt coasts through the movie in second gear. I have no idea what he's trying to accomplish with his tight-lipped, low-key performance; maybe he's angling to replace Tom Cruise in "Mission: Impossible IV."

It honors the tone of that wonderful comedy while setting it in present-day New York City.

The story's so sloppy that it contradicts itself constantly.

A picture from an old man working at the top of his game.

One of those movies that sticks to your mind like a briar to wool slacks. It has no revelations, no high drama, no heartbreaking tragedy. What it does have is bone-deep honesty, and that's enough for once.

The performances do shine out through this dramatic miasma.

The new film, superficial and chaotic, delivers a rough sense of place, a reasonable number of skateboard thrills and very little character development or story.

This is strictly a picture for the target audience, though it seems to hit that target regularly.

Its crass good humor makes it an enjoyable, reasonably faithful but over-the-top successor to the original.

The animals' personalities have been carefully calibrated: They have sufficient edge to amuse us as characters, yet they're cuddly enough to market as plush toys or action figures.

Though it starts slowly, it lumbers toward greatness in the last third and restores him [Lucas] briefly to the top of his class.

In its design, at least, Mindhunters"surpasses all other Christie knockoffs.

Ferrell's ideally suited to man-boy characters, and that's what Phil Weston is in "Kicking."

The movie briefly suggests Viola is an incestuous psychotic.

These kids may be too small for sports and may not be headed to college on academic scholarships. But for once, they've proven to the world and to themselves that they matter.

Doesn't reveal all its layers until you've taken the last bite.

Weak, obligatory stabs at humor make it more generic than it might've been.

Bloom finally comes into his own as a man here, somberly thoughtful and melancholic. The elfin archer of "The Lord of the Rings" and the trivial boy-toy of "Troy" have been forgotten.