The entire cast is right on the money, a special word must be said about Seth.

Bearable only because, unlike the recent spate of teen films, it's so breezy it barely even registers.

Technically, the movie occasionally rises to become awe-inspiring, and while sometimes you can smell the acting (especially from Matthes), the performances are often soulful.

May not have the best script in the world, but it brings Jet Li to the big screen in a way that all action junkies, not just the video-store geeks, will appreciate.

This is a Julia Roberts Movie about only one thing: being a Julia Roberts Movie.

A waste of a decent premise.

One can only assume all the, ah, good stuff landed on the cutting-room floor, because it sure as hell didn't make it to Mars.

The whole thing seems to meander aimlessly, rarely creating a chill.

In short, let nothing deter you from staying home.

Adequately breezy and sleazy -- a movie about the horniest man in the universe looking for a little one-night stand.

This infusion of warrior philosophy is the gas in Ghost Dog's tank, and Jarmusch pumps it up for maximum octane throughout.

With a sneer and a wink, Drowning Mona plunges us into a fresh deluge of idiotic Americana .

Nobody involved will want to make this banal "comedy" a highlight of their résumé, not if they have any sense.

The latest entry in the "next 'Full Monty'" sweepstakes.

Mifune's radical stylings belie its clichéd core.

As detached and unfocused as a college pothead. And about as much fun.

In this beautifully devious, exceptionally well-made entertainment, Mr. John Frankenheimer does it all, and more, with the assurance of an old master.

Philosophy imbues this inescapably self-reflexive movie with a rare compassion.

It's just a familiar bore, offering chills and thrills only to those who have never seen a movie before.

Deftly delivered and free of gratuitous gloss, yet enormously rich in its unassuming manner.

Doesn't work as comedy or drama or anything in between.

Engaging and revelatory, turning forgotten footnotes and discarded minutiae into the stuff of riveting drama and poignant laughs.

This pitch-perfect, richly detailed portrait of raw greed works very well.

It's unlikely that anyone will walk away unmoved.

The theme (social breakdown in isolation) is strong, but the plot meanders, and the motivations are decidedly hazy, so its popularity probably stems from its seamless blending of naive wonder and soul-mining horror.

Knockout's heart is in the right place, but it drags because of tedious earnestness and shallow "You go, girl!" feminism.

It's time to run, screaming.

A mildly amusing romp.