The facts and ideas presented within definitely make a strong case for something whacky going on out there that's far beyond our control.

The increasingly creepy plot is counter balanced by a genuinely tender romance, which makes the film impossible to categorise, and will no doubt limit it to obscure arthouses and cinephiles who have very strong stomachs. They won't be disappointed.

Will strike a chord with people having mid-life love crises. Maybe for them, this film will stand as a sign that love is out there and it will prevail. As any other type of audience goes, I don’t think they’ll find that this love works.

Recycles a great many motifs from "Truman" but never comes close to putting on as good a show.

More of a curio than a classic and it takes the strongest of constitutions to endure this film without entertaining notions of matricide

If this is the direction Williams is headed in his career, fantastic. For auteur Romanek, it was at least a good first try.

I'm sure that an interesting film could easily be made about girl surfers, this just ain't it.

Ultimately comes off as so restrained as to be detached and almost as chilly as LaBute's darker films -- not exactly what one would want from a story about a love so strong that it echoes through the ages.

Simply a two-hour rave, an acidic, ecstatic trip through the not-too-distant past in a world called Manchester.

Unlikely but winning farce.

There's a lot of goofy spy game crap going on, peppered with lesser quality action sequences. Ugh. I'm just so depressed and disappointed right now. I need a shoulder to cry on.

While many questions and motivations are left unanswered, overall the film wins out with it's stark truths and slightly twisted pay off's along the way.

Rodriguez knows kids. No doubt kids will be clamoring to get acquainted with Spy Kids 2, the best sequel to emerge from a children’s franchise in the past several years.

It's disappointing that he (Soderbergh) couldn't make something more cohesive out of his admirable experiment.

Makes a good chick flick for guys who want to appear artsy by taking their date to a foreign language film. Just remember: front row...and don't forget the aspirin.

Shyamalan’s film blends together elements of humanity, faith, drama, tears, tension, terror, humour and the supernatural and succeeds in being one of the sharpest and most exciting films of the year.

Rare vehicle which gives the Palestinian people (rather than their failed, double-talking leadership) an opportunity to speak freely and openly, and that feat in itself makes this one of the most important documentaries of recent times.

I've already seen at least 20 documentaries this year. They've left me amused, sad, informed, bored, pissed-off, whatever. I'm willing to bet, though, that I don't see another this year as richly entertaining or as cathartic as The Kid Stays in the Picture. Is it really that good? You better believe it.

In 30 years’ time it might seem as incisive a document of its time as, say, “Don’t Look Back” or “Gimme Shelter.” As a study of how the current corporate idiocy impacts one man’s art, it’s priceless.

Yes, there is a very palpable lesbian erotic undercurrent pervading this film. However, the reason it's so palpable is because it's so subtly and deftly handled...AND it's only one thread of the film's storyline.

It makes no sense, but then again neither does much of anything in The Country Bears.

Not since the heyday of Fellini, I dare say, has there been such a merrygoround of a movie.

This delicately observed story, deeply felt and masterfully stylized, is a triumph for its maverick director.

Basically more of the same, and depending on who you are, that's either an encouraging statement or a warning.

A cold war thriller told from the Russian point of view which gives it the appearance of having more credibility and dark truth than if this were an American story.

Not a film that will change your life. It instead proves that shooting your movie with cheap technology doesn't mean it can't be fun or entertaining. In the end, that's enough.

This movie stunk so much you’d think that there were barking spiders in the theater.

Crikey, what a croc o’ shit! But hey, at least the title of this film lets you know exactly where it's heading. So as painful as this movie is to watch, if you willingly buy a ticket, you’re only doing it to yourself.