Every so often, a motion picture comes around that’s so dreadful you wonder what prompted anyone to want to waste their time making it and your time watching it to such a degree. When I’m a Moth holds that dubious distinction.

Director Marc Rosenbush gets the absolute most he can out of his no-budget-friendly, minimalist location and a solid, if unremarkable cast.

Overall, Garfield's first movie might not be as amusing as the cartoon but it was still a lot of fun to watch.

The Happytime Murders eventually ends up spinning its wheels, telling the same joke over-and-over.

All the excessive slapstick and juvenile antics keep the audience from making any kind of connection with the characters and prevents Are We There Yet? from being anything more than another disposable January release.

Spears, Davis, and company are well aware that they're making nothing more than the cinematic equivalent of Spears' glossy bubble gum pop -- but that's exactly the problem.

Gets off to a rocky start as you try to rationalize Lee’s place in the plot, but it soon has enough surprises and funny moments to keep you watching to the end.

For those who appreciate movies that capture almost every emotion -- from laughter to tears, suspense to tranquillity -- The Majestic was made for you.

An indolent, PG-13, Disney "biker" flick that does for comedies what Exxon did for Prince William Sound.

Not a film for everyone. If you are squeamish about children being placed in danger then do not see this film.

It's an inferior remake (of a movie that wasn't that great to begin with), it's poorly acted, and it's yet another in an unending string of PG-13 "horror" movies that do nothing to build even the most rudimentary sense of real dread.

It's too mediocre (and PG-13) to be classified as a horror film, too inane to be taken seriously and too uninteresting to be bothered with.

The film actually succeeds on several levels. Long and Davis both turn out strong performances, bolstered by above-average writing by the directors. The strongest element, however, comes in Julia Hapney’s gruesome gore effects.

Compared to Norbit, “Date Movie” is "Casablanca." If I thought hijacking a plane carrying prints of the film and crashing it into Murphy’s house would put a stop to it, I’d go out and buy a box cutter right now.

Clearly a love letter to Paltrow, offering her plenty of moments to show off, but her acting is often flat and the self-adoration of the movie is almost too much to handle.

Insipid, maudlin mush.

It makes for a good time with Christensen providing lovely eye candy, but as for Jenkins and his hipper than thou dialogue, and gritty direction? I’m not impressed.

The 1978 film musical Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band is a mess…but it is a wonderfully fascinating mess, a mother lode of undiluted insanity.

Little Man is putrid.

By far the most appallingly cretinous picture in which Keaton has ever appeared.

It’s insulting to think that children will see a movie solely because you have animals that talk and act silly.

Wants to be three different films at one time but sadly never asks much from Diesel other than to grunt, stomp around, and reprise the role that made him a star.

I can only recommend this film for die-hard Eli Roth fangirls or people who want to see what a bad film looks like. If that’s you, Borderlands is for you.

Much too aggressively juvenile crass.

Fails as a sequel because we’re not in the 90s anymore. Gone are the days when characters could answer questions with questions and hypothetical situations and still sound clever and cool.

"X-Men" sans the intellect and atmosphere.

Its forced slapstick egregiously mugs the audience for laughs.

Given the episodic nature of the film's organization, Jules's monotone voice-overs, and the over-arching theme of search for self, Fish Without a Bicycle "watches" like a TV show.