This raw truth, this emotional nakedness, is deeply refreshing.

An almost constant misfire. From its paper-thin plot to the utterly flat script, virtually nothing works.

Doesn't do much besides giving original "Ringu" and "Ringu 2" director Hideo Nakata the chance to strut his stuff in front of a wide-release audience.

A compelling screenplay, to be certain. But sadly, Omarova's direction is too leisurely to wring any emotional power.

Perhaps the key to understanding where Steamboy goes wrong is in understanding why Otomo's previous animated feature "Akira" was such a success.

Has just enough quirks and unexpected shocks along the way to keep things interesting.

This film includes not one single word of dialogue.

A reasonably intelligent timekiller.

Millions is that rarest of creatures: a family film - one of surprising warmth – that won't have adults reaching for an airsick bag.

Botko and Gurland's bleak and caustic comedy gets off to a slow start and struggles to overcome the handicap of having three main characters who are, by design, highly unpleasant individuals.

A grim and gritty movie, but sardonically funny at the same time.

Any minor flaws Off the Map has are easily forgiven by great acting and beautifully shot landscapes. Campbell Scott does a great job of adapting a stage play (by screenwriter Joan Ackerman) to film as well.

A stripped-down, small town "COPS" without the flashy editing and hip-hop soundtrack.

Easily one of the most lackadaisical movies I've seen. Don't get me wrong, the plot is entertaining enough, and there are some genuine laughs, but almost everyone in the movie is half-a--ing it.

You'll either walk away with a headache,or praising filmmaker John Maybury for his unique narrative...and it is unique, but in my eyes, it's also a big giant mess.

While the film isn’t completely perfect, director and cinematographer Shona Auerbach shows that she’s a great new filmmaking talent.

Hard-headed to the end, the three women in Face prove that if nothing else, stubborness and inflexibilty run in the family.

A symphony of small gestures, throwaway glances, brief exchanges of unexpected observation and silences which actually say more than pages of dialogue.

Until this past Friday, the worst werewolf film ever made was, hairy hands down, Mike Nichols' "Wolf." Cursed now assumes that dubious distinction and someone is going to have to try very hard to wrestle it away.

Veers back and forth between indigestibly syrupy romance and vulgar "ethnic" comedy, with healthy doses of Christian proselytizing thrown in for good measure.

A lopsided effort which is part-thriller, part-social commentary, and totally forgettable.

Slightly better than your run-of-the-mill late winter horror film.

Incredible because for a 100 minute movie, Alexandra's Project passes like 30. Incredible also that most of those 100 minutes take place in a single living room. It's the tension and performances that pull you through, never letting your attention stray from what's going down on-screen.

As Hitler, Bruno Ganz ignites the screen with every appearance.

Judge and Hertzfeldt take us on an international trip through the world of animation. From the silly, to the beautiful, to the terminally lame and pretentious, there’s a little something for every taste here…yeah, even for those who love farts.

So just do yourself a favor, get out there and see Ong Bak. You’ll leave the theater bruised and battered, but you'll be happy about it.

The movie slides into slapstick at times, but it never overpowers the story.

Well-crafted and, in places, highly informative, but with the exception of some of the original film's hardcore sex scenes and the aforementioned Mob angle, there's little we haven't been exposed to before.