The movie fails on nearly every level. The film is has good intentions and moments of energy, but it's merely a faint echo of the great 1960s counterculture pictures.

Since Equilibrium shamelessly rips off every Orwellian science fiction thriller in film history, what other reason is there besides sheer desperation for the film to be so stupidly violent?

The love story that is supposed to drive the film fails to ignite a single spark--and, hence, the film fails to generate a single iota of interest from the viewer.

Seriously, it's a bad sign for your "kids movie" when the kids in question are asking their parents, "When is something going to happen?"

Nihilistic and offensive, it leaves you with more than a sour taste – nausea, perhaps, or a need to bathe in Listerine.

The title not only describes its main characters, but the lazy people behind the camera as well.

Laughter erupts during scenes and certain close-ups that were designed to induce screams.

Add another one to the scrap heap of trendy, nostalgic, 60's and 70's TV shows reduced to cinematic rubble by the inspiration starved minds in Hollywood.

Holy Man is just a dumb romantic comedy passing itself off as something else.

Is this what Sean Penn has come to in his 40s? He hasn't appeared this retarded since he was married to Madonna.

This movie is a great, big mess. It’s never truly scary, and you get the feeling that Tobe Hooper’s been living off the original flick’s rep for so long that he didn’t give a damn if this movie sucked or not. And, believe me, it does.

There's a fine line between inspiration and manipulation, and from its first frame, Joshua crosses it and never looks back.

Tiresome, trite and choked with every lousy Dixie-fried stereotype imaginable.

All the while Madea's wit, which is refreshing on the stage, feels spurious and often misfires.

Little more than a travelogue designed to show off the grandeur of the Hermitage, with the silly actors in fancy costumes getting in the way of the paintings and sculptures on display.

This is the sort of film that fails on every single aspect it aims for.

The humor is boring and in most spots inappropriate for children.

If What Happens in Vegas... serves any purpose, it's to make me consider spending my gambling money in Reno or on a riverboat instead.

This film marks for Jon Voigt a concerted effort to unseat Christopher Walken in the competition for the Czarship of sneering, wheezing, Machiavellian, all-around weird guys. He spends much of his time standing around making a face like Beavis does when he's really freaked out.

In the end, two things prevent Big Kill from being a complete flop. First, Mark Atkins’ cinematography is gorgeous, containing sweeping vistas that would’ve made John Ford proud. And second, although most of the characters are caricatures, several of the actors clearly get a kick out of their roles, particularly Patric. If only the rest of the movie were as entertaining as they are.

A Minecraft Movie is not funny, exciting, or clever.

The whole film plays like a hunk looking at himself in the mirror.

This movie is a 21st century take on the tired switched-persons genre, with predictable and obvious gag-inducing results.

Even by Hollywood sequel standards, this is lazily conceived, cynically recycled stuff.

The wackiness that unfolds is boring, ridiculous and, to most, offensive.

Bubble is among his (Soderbergh) worst films. What in the world was he thinking with this?

It is impossible to say whether the premise or its execution is more fatal in "Death to Smoochy." One would expect something greater out of the talents assembled.

Veers between flaccid slapstick and mean-spirited vulgarity.