Stylish but insubstantial thriller .

Has an adolescent energy and a tempered sexuality.

A graceful, understated sense of period allows the behavior of the characters in this love story to be unusually nuanced, making their experiences seem uncontrived as well as archetypal.

The gangster-movie plot, themes, and allusions aren't nearly as intriguing as the earnestly kitschy black-and-white wide-screen images or the mesmerizing, minimalist sound effects.

Affecting and offbeat.

None of these guys has much interesting to say.

An engaging look at what baseball might have been like in the era before big money, with players who love the game struggling to survive.

A sparing use of exterior shots during the mesmerizing buildup to the match heightens their impact, while invasively tight close-ups put the actors to the test.

I'm not sure how much has been gained in the updating.

Failed romantic comedy.

The acting--especially Dreyfuss's ability to roll with the mood swings--is impressive if not redemptive.

May have some of the trappings of an exotic thriller, but it's basically a character study.

Writer-director Aiyana Elliott gives her father his due in this evenhanded yet impassioned documentary.

Lee performs magic. He's preserved and expanded the experience of an adrenaline-pumping, uproarious night of racism-, classism-, and sexism-subverting humor.

Misshapen and obfuscating biopic.

Almost no plot here and even less character--just a lot of pretexts for S-M imagery, Catholic decor, gobs of gore, and the usual designer schizophrenia.

For all the high-tech allusions and middle-tech illusions, the movie--the 23rd in an immortal series--draws its power from its grittiness and unresolved allegory.

Horrendous dialogue and horrific directing dominate this thriller.

Funnier than "Pecker" but a far cry from the best of Waters's Divine movies.

This programmatic male-bonding comedy doesn't even borrow well.

Fair amount of grit and charm.

This movie really belongs to Baye and Lopez, both so skillful that they almost make you forget that what you're watching is close to a stunt--one oddly evocative of Graham Greene in its doomed romanticism but at times also minimalist to a fault.

The inevitable isn't worth the wait.

The clunky plot is set in Santa Fe, and includes a foil character who might as well wear a sign on his forehead.

Solid formula comedy.

I value the flawed Tic Code over a good many relatively flawless features because it has more heart, more life, and more spunk.

This multigenre parody is excruciatingly slow and unamusing; a go-go dancer in the opening and closing credits does as much in a few minutes to shake up our perspective on a bygone aesthetic as the entire narrative in between.

The special effects are beautifully handled and the reflections on death attractively peaceful.