24 Hours on Craigslist is the ultimate people zoo.

Perry creates an objective yet not overly dry character study of the man, now a fugitive living in Japan, as he recalls his days in power.

First-time director James Gartner has managed to whittle away whatever was compelling about the 1966 Miners championship run.

Takes an unimaginative love story and stretches it as far as possible in an attempt to make it epically grand. Instead, the end result plays out like a George Lucas film without spaceships and lightsabers.

What prevents Hostel from fully harnessing the suspense factor in its rising action, climax, and conflict resolution is the insufficient impetus to pity or to feel too badly for Paxton and Josh.

A touch above the usual adolescent male friendly films of Happy Madison's previous on-screen massacres (see "Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo" for example”) but it isn't quite as smart or funny as other recent comedies like "40 Year-Old Virgin" or "Wedding Crashers."

Thoroughly obnoxious and relentlessly unfunny comedy.

As a matter of fact, Initial D is an anti-car racing film. It's not about thrills; it's about how to perfect the art of drifting, philosophy, and how to transcend the human condition.

Allen covers it all with intelligent dialogue and unexpected moments of clever visual storytelling.

Every single performance is the result of a cast that has gone to the far reaches of acting ability and even exceeded them.

A delightfully silly romp which reinvents the legendary Italian lover's adventures into the realm of broad farce.

The Matador has that shiny sheen that quickly fades, yet is still fun while it lasts.

Even if it wasn't exactly historically accurate (the film is only "inspired by true events," after all), innocents are killed in the crossfire all the time when these kinds of missions are undertaken, and it's a cop-out for Spielberg to pretend otherwise.

The Ringer is astoundingly craptastic not because the handicapped are handled poorly (though if they were paid more than union scale I'd be surprised), but because it's one of the most singularly unfunny films ever made.

A typical end-of-the-year dump film, in that there's almost no reason to see it.

Luke Wilson has done some of his best work in dramatic roles (see "The Royal Tenenbaums" for clarity) and while he is not playing an entirely serious role here, his performance is still the most engaging.

It's the curse of overacting and overdone shtick that does them in.

There is some very un-Mormon gender bending going on here.

Here is a movie that celebrates the heyday of adventure cinema even as it embraces technology's bleeding edge. And I'm willing to forgive a lot when giant gorillas and tyrannosaurs are involved. Must be the art snob in me.

This interesting and humorous ride brings a wild variety of Grace Lees, to Grace’s delight and our amusement, providing an informative and heartfelt look, more personal than academic, of a culture and the single bond they all share.

Rarely interesting, always confounding.

To its credit, the film's costume design is stunning. But unless you have a kimono fetish, there's no reason to pay a good dollar (or a yen, for that matter) on this junk.

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

In Mrs. Henderson Presents, Bob Hoskins lets it all hang out.

Younger children getting in on the ground floor of fantasy will enjoy the film.

Every rumor you’ve heard about this film is true; it’s an absolute wreck.

Transamerica is a modern-day Sullivan's Travels.

Some of the footage is exceptional, yet several of the more impressive stunts are shot from so far away on digital cameras that the resulting onscreen resolution is just a shade above god-awful.