Obviously, this is one subject which may not seem to require the attention of documentary filmmakers.

The Ant Bully, though short and well voiced, is nowhere near as important or influential as it tries to make itself seem and it feels more unnecessary than anything else.

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

This is Dirty Harry's greatest hits, which is a little fun and a little embarrassing. The best part of the film is a warped version of "Bullitt"'s San Francisco car chase through Pacific Heights.

Chock-full of offensive stereotypes and puerile in-jokes.

The film does contain a couple of interesting thrills here and there. However, this film would have been better off thrown straight to DVD.

Braga’s direction is so bland and tension-free it could not make a cat jump into a tree. The cast all try their best, but only Robertson comes out unscathed. There is not a single reason to ever watch this movie.

Isn't a terrible film. It's not offensive, controversial or even interesting in any way.

This much-ballyhooed gay cowboy melodrama is an inert disappointment.

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.

This movie is only really interesting during the moments of physical conflict that pop up throughout the film. These few scenes are well executed and riveting as hell.

What Flags of Our Fathers is not, however, is moving, evocative, or very unique.

Bottom line: the spectacle he was preparing may well have provided Jackson with the appropriate note on which to close his long, controversial career. This, however, I think even die hard fans will concur, isn't it.

It seems likely that how much you enjoy Nicotina will be tied to how much you enjoyed the Guy Ritchie pictures it strongly resembles. Those who thought “Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels” and “Snatch” were the cats p.j.'s will likely enjoy Nicotina.

Inspires plenty of head scratching and maybe a little irritation.

The release of Fantastic Four marks the beginning of the end for movies based on Marvel Comics' upper tier of characters.

The problem with Sandler’s latest movies is that he now feels the need to inject some sort of dramatic conflict in order to complete his character’s shallow story arc of maturation/redemption. Introducing such mawkish sentimentality causes the humor level in his films, never that elevated to begin with, to sink like America’s credibility overseas.

Thankfully, the dependable Ray Winstone ("Sexy Beast") is in the film too and gives a droll, slightly-more realistic take of an uncultured abet to Arthur's side.

Loaded with unoriginal ideas, weak comedic concepts, and underwhelming emotional climaxes, the movie is the definition of bland.

The real problem is that Sex and the City is, except for a few laughs, mostly just irritating.

Depressingly inert.

It’s a weak sequel, to a weak series.

As 9 Songs played out for sixty-nine (count ‘em!) minutes, I started to find myself wishing they would just end the interminable, deliberately underlit, sex scenes and get back to those really hot pics of Antarctica.

Like a head on collision between some nice performances and a really stupid plot.

A mediocre film that presents the troubled poet Sylvia Plath as a jealous, possessive and irritating woman. It is hard to recall another biopic which is so unflattering to its subject.

Not terribly original or funny.

All squeamishness aside, this just isn’t a very pleasant film in general. There’s not a single sympathetic character in the bunch, except for maybe Hyun-nam and she’s a lazy bore. Everyone else is just plain, well, mean. For all the brilliance in some of its action scenes, this sluggish flick feels like a stretched out graduate thesis film.

There’s enough character development for a 20-minute short, and 75 additional minutes are manufactured with slight variations on the same scenes in different rooms of the house.