This operates at the intellectual level of the old "Star Trek" in its limp last season, and the professed humanism is belied by the extreme violence and Nazi-chic production design (not to mention a voice-over that traces the outlawing of emotion to "the revolutionary precept of the hate crime").

By the time Gooding showed up for one of his assignments disguised as a call girl, even "Boat Trip" looked good to me.

The sex, fart, and pot jokes come so fast and furious that a white flag seems the most appropriate response.

Frantic and unfunny.

Whereas the 1987 horror hit The Stepfather was top-notch drive-in fare, this perfunctory retread had a tame, made-for-TV feel.

Good movie roles have generally eluded her (Agnes Bruckner), and she labors in vain to keep this big-studio horror confection alive.

Unlike the many youth movies that can't overcome their makers' hindsight, this one may actually put you in an adolescent frame of mind.

In this uneven Disney comedy Adam Sandler tones down his arrested-development persona, trading crass humor for warm fuzzies.

Forgettable coming-of-age story.

Tierney and Hackman contribute most to keeping this life-size and funny.

A charming, albeit slightly overextended (even at 81 minutes) multiracial sex comedy.

Technically speaking, this feeble effort is the ninth Pink Panther or Inspector Clouseau comedy, but only the third without Peter Sellers. Roberto Benigni (Life Is Beautiful) does what he can as Inspector Clouseau Jr. (which isn't much, given the degree of prominence accorded to a hackneyed kidnapping plot).

The stunt work is pretty good, the brain work close to nonexistent.

Jack Black is the title character in this thin adaptation of the Jonathan Swift classic.

The resulting mix of hagiography and war epic is so muddled that characters keep addressing each other by their first names, the better to tell them apart.

The dialogue is often grating, and some of the situations are distastefully cute, although John Carroll Lynch (Fargo) has a strong supporting turn as a grief workshop client.

The plot of this PG action thriller, a remake of the 2002 Danish film Klatretosen, is so full of holes that even middle schoolers might give it the raspberry, but a bigger problem is the three leads' lack of on-screen chemistry.

This miserable comedy is enlivened occasionally by Jeff Daniels and Kristin Chenoweth as a cheerfully tacky couple who keep crossing paths with the dysfunctional clan.

Years on the Hannah Montana TV series have not adequately prepared Miley Cyrus for screen acting.

Melissa George's performance has more Lady Macbeth in it than Kidder's.

The gags are consistently weak, though actor Miles Fisher turns in a hair-raising impression of Tom Cruise.

Suspense is fairly effective until it's stretched to the point of monotony.

Retained my interest and sympathy -- at least until the nonsensical ending,

Cutesy and unconvincing parable.

It did give me plenty of jolts and surprises.

Not particularly sensitive or funny comedy-drama.

Written and directed by Tom Six--who doesn't seem to realize that movie theaters rely on popcorn sales--this nasty stuff plays like a cross between "Saw," "Naked Lunch," and "Bride of the Monster."

Never really generates any serious laughs.