Culled from the over 100 hours of videotape Bindler and his tiny band of masochists shot during the contest and mixed with priceless pre-contest interviews, Hands… was far and away the most hysterical and engaging documentary since Spinal Tap, only this was for real.

Sometimes the movie can't decide whether to tug REALLY HARD at the heart strings, or make you laugh at the zany oil riggers.

Gallo transcends the medium in a manner I only associate with David Lynch. It's brilliantly spooky.

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

Clooney has finally made a GOOD movie.

It seems as if all of the new animation competition has lit a fire under Disney's collective ass and they have something to prove again.

The problem is, the main conspiracy of the show is so vast, you have to walk around it a couple of times before you can see what it is.

Unfolding and sounding like a novel, Hartley's ensemble of lower-class losers clash and repel in a startlingly, unpreachy lesson about the importance and danger of influences.

Solid debut effort from Lisa Cholodenko.

David Schwimmer, our whiny friend, is used to good effect as Heche's boyfriend.

This film once again proves that Hollywood has apparently run out of original ideas and is forced to remake another classic film and, like most Hollywood remakes -- big surprise -- it SUCKS.

Sevigny and Beckinsale, looking very Parker Posey-esque here, give solid performances, but it's not enough to out weigh Stillman's smugness.

Does for psychedelics what "Boogie Nights" does for cocaine; displaying in graphical detail the ultimate failure of drugs as an escape route.

It's an excellent date film, but it won't change your life.

Bulworth has the distinction of being the only summer movie that might make you think and for that, it definitely deserves ample praise.

For the single-digit age set, Godzilla is sure to be the greatest movie of all time.

While the film is flawed, lacks desperately needed humor and is filled with cliches, the attempt to explore the human cost of all those cool explosions and destruction is an admirable one.

Lee makes a great looking film, though the soap box message about greed becomes exhausted and overplayed early on.

The leads are all likable, albeit two-dimensional, and the rompish surreal texture of the film, makes it stylishly hip and humorous, almost like an episode of "The Monkees."

Kinda makes you think about how important seemingly minor events in life are. Not really.

A confused mess.

About the only thing suicidal in this lethargic crime drama is the convoluted script that wastes two fine performances by Christopher Walken and Denis Leary.

It comes off as an amalgam of everything that was cool in 1996, when we first saw the trailer.

Kitano treated us to a similarly complex crime drama, Fireworks, but Sonatine (which was made in 1994) is a darker, deeper, more polished work.

About the only thing that is lucid, in the malestrom of wham-bam effects, is the set-up for a sequel.

Linklater reaches for the sky with this film, but the result is mixed.

At once entertaining and depressing -- it exposes politics raw.

The film pursues its sensitive material with the appropriate degree of care, but the direction by M. Night Shyamalan turns potentially provocative moments into dull eddies of melodrama. Would have made a perfect “After School Special,” however, it barely makes it across the finish line as a feature film.