It may have been the perfect storm, but this is the imperfect movie.

A whole lot of something about nothing.

Happily stuck between a rock and the deep blue sea.

Sentimental, overbearing, flag-waving--and a crowd-pleaser.

Carrey and the Farrellys are equal-opportunity offenders.

Gleefully blurs the line between species. Vive la révolution!

Is it worth the goofy characters and weak story for the effects and action sequences? Absolutely.

Singleton's version is cynical and silly--one long set-up to a closing scene that promises, or threatens, a sequel.

Makes good use of its actors.

The film's demands may be too perplexing.

The movies' time-honored old-man-and-boy theme has rarely been used to such great advantage.

As a musical feast, Groove works well. As a celebration of tribal ritual, it's even better.

That this mess should come from the hand of Istvan Szabo, the brilliant Hungarian director of "Mephisto" and "Colonel Redl," is the real shocker.

Taken as a whole, the movie seems to be searching for a harmony it never really achieves.

It's barely a movie at all, more like a thousand car commercials spliced together in an hour.

Awful narration almost ruins the ghostly, gorgeous Running Free.

If Big Momma's House isn't as bad as you imagined, then you've no imagination at all.

A trifle at best, a lightweight, wink-wink amalgam of myriad other films, some of which have even starred Chan and Wilson.

Less a spiritual quest than a very self-indulgent gimmick movie that could use a strong shot of inspiration.

In short, the film is emotional, perhaps even sentimental, but it strenuously avoids the sort of blatant manipulation that marks cheap sentimentality.

It may be his (Greenaway's) breeziest and kindest-hearted effort to date.

Abandon all hopes of common sense, and enter the theater with high expectations for visceral entertainment. You won't be disappointed.

May find it hard to sit without embarrassment through this bizarre mixture of paleontology, preposterous anthropomorphism, and fuzzy-headed New Age myth-making in which the only thing missing is the show tunes. Thank God for small favors.

Allen produces a lovable, relaxed--although not uproarious--comedy.

It ranks (indeed, it is rank) among the most soul-deadening movies ever made; it has no pulse and seeks to steal yours with a cynical vengeance.

Audiences will leave the theater ready to sign up for some dance classes themselves.

Despite the few good performances, this Hamlet is not a keeper.

What it lacks in story, it makes up for with sharp dialogue and an amusing Walter Mitty-esque style.