What makes this movie so inadequate is that there are some moments in it that could have been really worth watching.

Just isn't a very good movie. In fact it's kind of like living in the San Fernando Valley where it was filmed. It's big, kind of neat, has nice weather and has all the accouterments of a real city. But there's no "there" there.

Zombie has a great eye and ear for the look and sound of the genre. From the over-saturated yellow desert to the sound of a newscast. He’s got it down perfect.

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.

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.

A victory for ambitious filmmaking if not always a successful attempt at character study.

Tries to be a lot of things within its 78 minute running time, succeeding marvelously at some while crashing and burning on others.

Burton fans and those eager for a more accurate adaptation of the novel will be happy with this new movie, while nostalgia-addled Gen X-ers and stoners of all ages will always have the original.

Not since the breakthrough days of Jim Carrey, Adam Sandler and the Farrelly brothers have two hours of movie comedy simultaneously felt so wrong but oh so right.

Roos creates a slate of interesting characters who find themselves in unexpected situations that lead to realistic--and in their own way, happy--endings.

This is a timeless tale; the time period is irrelevant as the story is a profoundly personal one about trying to reject the strong internal drive for vengeance.

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

Dark Water isn't a bad horror movie, simply because it isn’t horror at all: a full hour passes before anything remotely scary occurs, and all the suspenseful scenes take place in the final ten minutes (and are all fully shown in the trailer). What's left is tedium and a seemingly endless build-up to nothing much at all, making it a bad movie. Period.

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

Murderball isn't a documentary played in the key of those Olympics stories that inspire you with sugary drivel, although it is ultimately inspiring.

One could literally milk a thesaurus in trying to find the right words to lavish on Saraband: brilliant, towering, majestic, challenging, remarkable.

Sometimes goes a bit over the top to make its point.

From the performances of its first rate cast to the infectious score and Audiard's deft direction, this is one of the most accomplished movies you'll see anytime soon-old, new or, as is the case here, combining the best of both.

What really grabs your attention about Undead, however, are the effects. For a movie budgeted under $1 million, the Spierigs have done an amazing job putting together believable visuals.

One of the oddest and surely the longest cinematic experiences you may ever encounter.

This isn't a story about how thousands of youths were betrayed by the institution that was supposed to protect them; this is a bruising chronicle of how one life was damaged nearly to the point of ruin.

I thoroughly enjoyed the street level perspective of the world being destroyed, it just would've been nice if they hadn't crapped out at the end.

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.

Land falls well short of the greatness of Romero’s previous zombie efforts.

It's the speed and intensity that makes the dance style remarkable.

At 100 minutes in running time, Dallas 362 can be called "The Amateur Hour-and-40-Minutes."

The film goes beyond a nature movie with excellent photography and the determination of the animals it documents.

This thoroughly engaging, if tragic, love story unfolds like a psychological striptease. The biggest challenge here is not to blush.