Audrey Wells's script and Turteltaub's presentation ring true just often enough to prevent the comedy from descending forever into Cutesy-Wutesy Hell.

A fairy tale full of fascist, Bible-thumping straights, self-deluded and pathetic gay people who deny their impulses, and two honest lesbians who triumph.

Might have been funnier if it had been put together with more care.

By the end, I felt like a beetle going round and round in a toilet bowl that just wouldn't stop flushing.

The best movie I've seen about the Revolutionary War.

Few actors can match Carrey's ability to change his features and body language.

Visually compelling, relentlessly loud and so shallow you need just a fragment of your brain to follow it.

Designed to appeal to people who thought "She's All That" was too mentally demanding.

The sunshine in Sunshine comes from women around him (Fiennes).

Interesting and idiotic elements almost exactly balance each other.

Lawrence plus latex equals laughs.

This is one of the few recent westerns that requires you to keep your eyes open and memory engaged.

Mostly, you get a pain in the head from the assault on your senses and déjà vu as thick as heartburn after an anchovy pizza.

It offers a grim view of prehistoric life: Carnivores slaughter herbivores, though we're spared most direct shots of this violence.

Grosser than "American Pie"! More penis jokes than "There''s Something About Mary"! Nudity more gratuitous than "Porky''s"!

Despite the fun dancing, sidestep Center Stage.

It's bombastic, chaotic, plodding, visually dreary and patchily written.

Hamlet has audacity, intelligence, a provocative visual and musical style, virtually no poetry, a garbled story line weakened by savage cutting of the play, and a great yawning hole where a Hamlet ought to be.

The characters are so conventional that the movie has nowhere interesting to go, even when a corpse complicates affairs.

Like the star's acting, the movie is bland, full of good intentions and generally as stiff as a fireplace poker.

It's hardly a balanced biography: There's no mention of Jordan's gambling problems or connections with Nike, whose factories overseas were criticized for underpaying workers and treating them badly.

As warm and reassuring as grandma's hugs.

It ends with the corniest convention of all: an absurd mano-a-mano between good and evil.

Writer-director Lisa Krueger bends over backward to make everyone happy.

Isn't quite smart enough to untangle one large, insoluble problem at the end.

There may not be much meat in Hodges' stew, but the sauce was so tasty I felt satisfied after the light meal.

Any critic likes to predict the rise of a star, so let me introduce you to Gina Prince-Bythewood.

Ambiguity can enrich a movie, but artists abdicate their responsibilities if they don't take a stance of any kind.