It just feels like a movie that was made because Cena and Brie agreed to star in it.

Listless clunker.

Attack the Block this is not. Shortcut is too violent and foul-mouthed for kids, yet too tame and juvenile for adults, bound to leave horror aficionados indifferent. You’ll be better off watching Jeepers Creepers 2 instead, and that’s really saying something.

The Friendship Game is deplorable from beginning to end. Fans of Peyton List may get a small amount of enjoyment, as the actor is good. Unfortunately, she’s the only worthwhile part of the film, as the direction, editing, and cinematography are woefully incompetent.

It isn't as if any of the actors do an especially bad job or anything – Fox is capable enough as the lead, and Whitley and Wilson especially carry themselves quite well – but you can't help asking yourself, what's the point? Are there that many more broad topics in need of shallow examination by a Hollywood studio picture?

The film’s no-nonsense approach is a neat tribute to 1980’s action flicks of yore, where badass heroes said and did badass things.

Another disastrous comedy aimed at second-graders and anyone else who thinks farts are still funny.

Georgia Rule isn’t serious enough for a drama and not funny enough for a comedy.

The motorcycle film genre is one that has all but been forgotten, but if any film could start the resurrection of this cinema genre's corpse, it's Larry Bishop's Hell Ride.

It isn’t the worst romantic comedy I have ever seen.

It’s mostly eighty-four minutes of puns, double entendres, and Freudian slips.

If you're hard up for raunchy college humor, this is your ticket right here.

At worst, it’s an insult even to the intelligence of 12-year olds.

After watching this movie, you get the feeling that there’s a lot of people at Harvard who’ve done worse things than rob a bank to get in.

Overall, Cold Blood just falls flat. Secrets should be shocking, unpredictable, and strongly impact the story. Here they’re predictable and lacks cleverness in discovering everyone’s true identities and motives.

Sadly, the death scenes are so unimaginative and the gore is so minimal that you might miss it if you blink.

The kind of a moron movie, which is built to be watched by people who haven’t even seen the other nine.

It's performances like these that make it so easy to forget that, when he wants to, Costner can indeed act and be an appealing star.

Enough is a very bad film and so was “Sleeping with the Enemy,” but at least that film had a first act.

London is the independent film world's equivalent of a fiasco.

Key, Leguizamo, Greer, and Haysbert actually look like their having a good time and investing their acting talent in this silly story without flinching. No one’s phoning it in. John Cena is just a little too cartoony in his straight-laced character and somehow manages to make “normal” feel over-the-top.

A guilty pleasure diversion. Yeah, it is dumber than a bag of hair. But it is also fast, occasionally funny and genuinely entertaining in an old-fashion no-brainer manner.

I didn't hate this film. I didn't find it to be a waste of time or brain waves. Given the reasons I saw the film, I suppose I'm 50% disappointed.

Unless you are severely addicted to Johnny Depp, this film offers very little in the way of genuine entertainment value. Ultimately, “The Brave” should have been renamed “The Foolish.”

Not that the lackluster love story will matter any to the Sandler faithful, who are there to see the star beat people up and work his regular joe mojo on snooty types; those viewers will certainly get their fill and then some.

A chick flick in the purest sense--it's not about men or falling in love--and is quite funny.

Death and comedy rarely mix, and this tedious and painfully un-funny effort by director Darren Stein is no exception.

The original movie One Missed Call is based on was pretty tame, at least by Miike standards. And since it appears studios have no intention of halting this flood of abysmal rehashes, allow me to suggest that they at least have the stones not to pussyfoot around and give us a remake worthy of Hollywood, of America, and of an audience that lacks the willpower to stop buying tickets to half-assed crap.