If I had the ability to engage in hyper-time, I would’ve ran up to the box office, snatched my money and left.

There are so many things wrong with Thomas Vinterberg’s It’s All about Love that if I wrote them down, this would be a five page review that would sound like a spiteful rant.

Bad movies are easy to make, but as this overheated and self-defeating propaganda piece shows, it takes a genuinely talented group of people to come up with the most astonishing botch jobs.

Its forced slapstick egregiously mugs the audience for laughs.

While How High could have been a fun comedy college students could watch over and over again, it instead plays like a bad USA movie of the week. The jokes aren't funny, the characters aren't fully developed and poor editing only makes a humorless story confusing.

Simply put this is a TWO HOUR AND 20 MINUTE long documentary that consists of nothing more than millionaire rock stars bitching, whining and complaining about their problems.

Has almost nothing to recommend it.

The film begs for more action, thrills, and jokes, or more dramatic and painful revelations. What we get is an in-between mash of romantic ideals, a botched kidnapping, and some very good time wasted.

Insipid, maudlin mush.

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

The whole movie feels like an overlong Kickstarter set up for a The Disaster Artist-like treatment. Honestly, that would provide a far more fascinating story than the pureed plot provided here.

In the end, Who Needs Sleep is a great sleeping aid, but a horribly dull and uninspiring documentary.

Joyless, soulless.

The best thing about a movie like this is I never have to see it again.

Typical of too many films produced in Israel: plodding, verbose, badly-made and completely monotonous.

The camerawork is a smidge too shaky and the lighting/color design too dark for me to relish the Predator-on-Alien butt-kicking.

It’s Cangialosi’s writing and direction that result in a watered-down, emotionally manipulative experience.

A thoroughly awful Korean production which vainly attempts to recast the slam-bang conventions of American action-adventure flicks into the sticky world of contemporary Korean politics.

Neither fun nor funny.

You really have to be in the right mood to sit through Tony Takitani. You have to be ready to take in a thoroughly depressing story that moves...very...slowly.

Dreadful.

The directing style of Strange Nature fails to bring any atmosphere, the acting is so nondescript that it barely registers (with two notable exceptions), and a lack of cohesive vision leaves the movie uncertain of what it truly is. An absolute waste of time for all involved, especially the audience.

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.

A profoundly unnecessary movie, The Girl From Monday is an embarrassment.

Figgis is clueless on how to make a thriller. He falls into all the traps of a first-time suspense director, and he can't help but focus on all the depressing faults of the shockingly dull characters.

Clooney has littered his film with such a high quantity of mistakes that it is hard to know where exactly to begin finding fault.

Fans of prison flicks would do better to catch the HBO series "Oz" or the five millionth rebroadcast of "The Shawshank Redemption."

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.