The songs are shrill and cloying (if mercifully forgettable), the choreography is embarrassing, and the comedy sets a new global standard for puerility--and not in a fun way.

I expected this to be much funnier: Latifah coasts on her charm and Fallon seems incapable of playing an actual character.

It's something of a masterpiece: a confessional experimental documentary with echoes, both conscious and unconscious, of filmmakers from Andy Warhol to John Cassavetes, Stan Brakhage to David Lynch.

This drama about Baltimore firefighters makes a serious effort to honor the sacrifices of professional rescue workers, but blasts of hokum keep threatening to collapse the building.

This dazzling CGI feature by DreamWorks Animation appropriates the vivid undersea psychedelia of "Finding Nemo," though in contrast to that movie, the father-son parable here is just an excuse to burlesque "The Godfather" for the 100th time.

A philosophical comedy about man's place in a universe colonized by Targets and Wal-Marts.

The video is narrated by Taylor, who magnanimously presents Newcombe as a Byronic hero, but ultimately proves that the pursuit of success and the pursuit of cool can be equally pointless.

The most powerful and telling image is a black-and-white still of Kerry burying his face in his arms after he threw his ribbons onto the Capitol steps; it's a moment true enough to cost him the presidency.

The heavy-handed delivery may reflect the urgency of the message--that women need to face the past and stand by their children--but it impedes the drama.

Has the spiritual and emotional depth of a Hallmark card.

The obviously authentic love these couples shared should settle the question for all but bigots.

A runaway hit in Hong Kong, this 2002 crime thriller reinvigorated the genre with its airtight script, taut editing, and sleek cinematography.

Pegg and Wright are out of their depth in the second half, when they try to engage the more disturbing elements of Romero's movies, but their disaffected slacker take on the genre is a welcome alternative to the usual bloodbaths.

Whitaker directed this flaccid romance from a script by girl-power hacks Jessica Bendinger.

Outlandish but gripping paranoid thriller.

It never conjures up any coherent drama of its own, focusing instead on the historical destiny of Bernal's beefcake messiah.

Unfunny and instantly forgettable comedy.

Compelling documentary.

An unusually successful attempt to mate good drama with political analysis.

Writer-director Pupi Avati has a such a fine sense of narrative proportion that this Italian feature unspools like silk.

Smart and fast-paced.

Breillat's mix of dramatic skill and feminist intimidation has cowed plenty of critics in the past, but no political agenda could redeem this movie's joyless pedantry.

Predictable outrage.

A moving evocation of longing unfulfilled.

More good-natured than Michael Moore, these guys score by raising the issue of just how much their amateur antics exaggerate the neocon principles of the WTO.

Anticapitalist propaganda that persuades and uplifts is in short supply these days.

There are no big surprises, but Mac and director Charles Stone III (Drumline) hit all the right dramatic notes.

Never quite settles on a tone, veering from wacky comedy to earnest sports drama to romantic farce. The results are predictably muddled, if mostly harmless.