Nothing To Do doesn’t really do much of anything.

The ingredients were there for Confessions of a Dangerous Mind to become a cult classic, but the resulting film is a tedious Hollywood yawner.

Computer movies have come a long way since the good old days of monitors projecting vector graphics on hackers’ faces, but there are still some forehead slappers in Untraceable.

Wilson overstuffs the film with endless artsy shots of nature.

What’s a muscular guy like John Cena doing in a flabby movie like this? This connect-the-dots action-adventure may appeal to undemanding ten-year-old boys but will bore everyone else.

Marceau's effervescence and graceful stature fill the screen wonderfully, even if its a stretch to see her go lip-to-lip with Spade.

The plotting for Jericho Ridge meanders about aimlessly.

The fourth best virtual reality film of 1999. The best is "The Matrix". The second best is "eXistenZ". The third best, well, there's got to be something better than this.

tThe resulting hodgepodge is a medley of the brothers’ favorite verbal and visual tics, making much noise and signifying nothing.

Oh, boy. This is not unlike watching one of the movies Jerry Lewis made after that concentration camp/clown epic nearly destroyed his career and his mind.

A compelling screenplay, to be certain. But sadly, Omarova's direction is too leisurely to wring any emotional power.

It's a little frightening to watch Hawn be "bubbly" at her age.

Try as I might, I just wasn’t all that invested in the fate of Alex and Sean or their own private close encounter with the third kind. Which is a shame as the filmmaker shows a keen flair for creating both an interesting visual and aural palette.

Especially to anyone with kids, the film packs some punch. Apart from that, The Pursuit of Happyness is emotionally manipulative and way too glossy to really hit home.

Easily the most disappointing movie of the summer, Extract is more significantly the biggest letdown of its esteemed creator’s career.

Streamline never establishes its footing, and I believe viewers will fail to see the allure of what Johnston attempts to create.

By the way, good luck making sense out of the final fifteen minutes. I'd say people were asleep at the wheel on this one but the film is so pointlessly all over the place that I'm not sure there even was one.

Identity steams my broccoli big time and not just because its surprise twist is an insult to the intelligence of every audience member.

By the end of the 99 minute running time, there is a terrible sense of been-there/done-that. And for artists of the Quays' caliber, that is a huge mistake.

Similar to one of those smutty 80s comedies, Boat Trip is a Farrelly brothers like gross-out with a homophobic entwine.

This isn't a new spin on Bret Easton Ellis, it's more like a 90-minute "Saved By The Bell" episode with better music.

For a sci-fi feature, it’s certainly not visually-stimulating; perhaps it would’ve worked better as an audio-book.

Even if you love all things Yiddish, there is precious little to embrace here.

Although it looks cool, appearances aren’t everything.

If you enjoy being sober around your trippin’ buddies, then Tyger Tyger may be for you, but you’re much more likely to feel left out.

As Ferrell’s films go, Semi-Pro is, honestly, pretty damn boring.

There’s just no nuance here. Good is good. Evil is evil.

Rarely has a film been cast with so many gifted performers who are either wrong for their roles or are given nothing to do.