Scenes involving Anne Hathaway in particular land with a painful thud. In an attempt to flesh out the “adoring, supporting wife” role, Haynes shoots himself in the foot, bringing much attention to an underdeveloped character, who, despite all the pseudo-feminist speeches, amounts to, yes, the “adoring, supporting wife.”

About as bland, predictable, and self-important as you’d expect.

The stars have zero chemistry and the movie is none too thrilling.

The film doesn't have anything but bad news for Spacey fans anxious for the actor to break a stinky streak.

Chinese filmmaker Zhang Yimou has created so many memorable films (most recently the wuxia double-play "Hero" and "House of Flying Daggers") that one can easily excuse his new clinker Riding Alone for Thousands of Miles.

Captures the building of the freeway as well as the lives of the people working on it. The problem is, the lives of the people aren't all that interesting and the freeway being built isn't either.

Everything is immersed in murky browns and washed-out grays; the film is so devoid of color that it’s almost black-and-white. The by-the-numbers script by Matthew Rogers careens along, every so-called twist and turn predictable. No flair or creativity seems to have been applied to any of it.

This shameless excuse for children’s entertainment would be a blemish on any hack’s resume.

Handsomely produced but emotionally inert offering.

Beautifully produced but emotionally vacant drama.

Who is this film for? It’s for the Christian followers who haven’t really read their scripture.

The soundtrack deserves mention, mostly because its relatively high quality makes the film itself that much more irritating.

I just don't understand why certain filmmakers rely on cliché plots and stereotypical characters when they make their debut. Nothing seems fresh or daring.

Besides the main character, we see a bunch of loners attempting to fill a bit more of the unfocused main plot with distracting sub-plots that feel more ludicrous than fulfilling. Even with promising pouches of intrigue and an interesting, atypical character, we don’t get a full delivery of that promise.

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

The result is a great-looking bore.

Maybe someday an enterprising filmmaker will make a film about this forgotten chapter in Muslim-Jewish relations. It would be a lot more compelling and memorable than the nonsense in Monsieur Ibrahim.

The film is a bore.

On all accounts, filmmaker John Swab’s gratuitous and grave Run with the Hunted fails to live up to the promise of its premise. Instead, it comes off as a lunkheaded exercise in self-aggrandizing mental masturbation.

Certainly, modern interpretations should add their own spin to an ancient tale, but in the hands of director Robert Zemeckis, Beowulf becomes... silly.

Not only did those so-called "demons" take the form of animals, but they actually talked!

The movie's original moments drown in its overall derivation.

For the most part, Gerry is a lot of self-indulgent baloney.

Sadly, Naqoyqatsi quickly degenerates into a monotonous skein of banal images which strangely reinforces the message that we're living in a damn dull society.

In the end, the whole shebang comes off like a bunch of snotty, rich white kids screwing each other and screwing each other over.

Serves as more proof, as if any were needed, that Allen desperately needs to devote more time to polishing his scripts, and less to heedlessly banging out one film a year, year in and year out.

A stale and poorly researched documentary.

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.