One of those films that makes you walk out muttering dark things about the future of the human race.

It isn't going to set the world on fire, but it's perfectly acceptable for what it is.

Seven Pounds is the very definition of a 'noble failure.'

A mild but diverting farce about misperceptions involving gays and goombas.

It’s all about the action, and the story only gets in the way a little bit. I have high praise for this, though I’m not sure if The Killer’s Game is the vehicle that will launch Bautista into the action star he’s capable of becoming.

Every rumor you’ve heard about this film is true; it’s an absolute wreck.

Overall, this is just another boxing movie with few surprises and an awkward message to viewers.

A decidedly sharp drop in quality from the first film. It’s still a somewhat decent horror flick if you’re looking for cheap scares and eerie imagery.

Mathew Broderick is likeable enough as the gizmo and gadget-toting cartoon hero in-the-flesh, but the plot, to which the FX wizardry is strung to, is in serious need of a tune up.

Diesel is good in the movie. He gets to dance, cry, romanticise…things we’ve rarely see him do in other movies. There are actually hints of a real actor there.

Perhaps this movie would have been better off if it starred Steven Seagal and Tom Arnold.

It tries to toe the line between romantic comedy and vulgar pseudo-satire and fails at both.

Lackluster dialogue, ludicrously unbelievable storyline, and the fact that the entire film looks and sounds like it was shot on a camcorder mean nobody outside of the studio’s target demographic is likely to check this out.

A hilarious film for anyone who remembers lying as a kid-- and anyone who wants to see a movie that's just plain fun.

Will strike a chord with people having mid-life love crises. Maybe for them, this film will stand as a sign that love is out there and it will prevail. As any other type of audience goes, I don’t think they’ll find that this love works.

Kids of all sizes and genders are going to be disappointed.

Dumb, loud, and ludicrous in the extreme, and I actually enjoyed it.

The Wicker Man isn't all that bad a movie; it's visually striking and ambitious in some ways. It just fails to bring enough to the table to fully distance itself from the original.

Not since "Peacemaker" have we witnessed such a battle of wits.

Veers back and forth between indigestibly syrupy romance and vulgar "ethnic" comedy, with healthy doses of Christian proselytizing thrown in for good measure.

While decent in capable directorial hands – or as a supporting character – based on the evidence on display here, Carano doesn’t seem quite capable of carrying a film yet, let alone pull a dreary feature like Daughter of the Wolf out of the murk.

The movie also finds the right balance of light and dark for the material. Too dark and people would be depressed and disgusted by what’s on the screen, too light and it would have no effect. Deadgirl gets it just right. No small feat if you think about it.

Takes a while to get rolling, but builds fairly well once it finally does. Part of the problem, no doubt, is Shokrina's decision to have the dialogue rapidly alternate between English and (presumably) Persian, with subtitles. This is a highly disorienting distraction.

Painfully boring.

I'd like to recognize Russell Gewirtz for a screenplay that boasts humor, an impressive plot twist, and for setting up plenty of room for De Niro and Pacino to get their grooves back in order.

The biggest strength of Cradle 2 the Grave is that it doesn’t take itself too seriously.

My Name Is Bruce can be read as a man coming to terms with the career that he has been dealt, or it can be read as simply a trashy B-movie directed by the man who knows best.

Lady is more of an ensemble picture, and truly the Cove is the most ethnically diverse and community-minded apartment complex in the continental United States.