Hurt and Sewell are both quite believable as their respective characters, while Sutherland's performance is lacking in more than a few catagories.

What begins as a lush, pulpy gothic laced with intrigue quickly spins into a convoluted web of over engineered and preposterous plot twists.

It's charmingly bad and an excellent date film.

Coolio videographer Antoine Fuqua frames Yun-Fat in slick style and his choreography of the slo-mo shoot-outs is worthy of comparison to those of the film's executive producer, John Woo.

Hot Damn! A full-on gory (relatively) unpretensious horror movie!... Far better than it has any right to be.

Best of all, Robert Downey Jr., as Rick's seedy private eye provides a little comic relief at his own expense.

The title refers to your expected condition when you see this movie. Oh well. It'll be HUGE on video.

While bearing many similarities to Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream in look and theme, the film covers Maddin’s traditional themes of failed romance. While much brighter than his other films, if you like Maddin’s other works, you’ll probably dig this. If you don’t, this film will not convert you to the cause.

There's a lot of talent in this offbeat drama about two odd balls from Down Under, but somehow all the pieces don't quite fit together.

Quentin actually made a REAL movie, with believable characters and performances, rather than just repositories for clever dialog.

The Postman isn't as atrocious as the inane trailers and media hype have indicated, but like "Waterworld" a lot of the prerelease scrutiny is well warranted.

Hoffman's electric performance carries the film beyond its banal pretext and Dennis Leary and Woody Harrelson are a scream in cameos.

Scorcese has made one of his best and most personal films...Kundun is also mercifully free of white teachers or saviors, such as, oh, say, Brad Pitt?

Tomorrow Never Dies, like the commercial marketing assault the Bond cast has been involved in, is a hollow experience that's egregiously trumped up by its high energy glitz and gimmickry. Somewhere, in their rush to amaze and thrill, the filmmakers forgot about Bond, the man.

Just plain bad.

Duvall chews up the scenery with smoldering, fire-and-brimstone orations.

Isn't nearly as fresh, suspenseful or witty as it's inaugural bloodfest, but it does offer enough blood and breasts to keep Craven and Williamson in business for a few more arterial sprays.

I've never been a fan, but in the space of a couple hours the Woodster gives both an explanation AND the finger to ALL of his critics. This is mean-spirited fun, just the way we like it!

Of the underutilized mega cast, Djmon Honsou shines the brightest. His portrayal of Cinque, the leader of the displaced band of African tribesmen, is devastatingly potent.

Sigourney gets some good "Rambo" lines, but about halfway through the film her alien super powers go dormant.

Remember when John Hughes made small, original, oh say, GOOD movies?

The result is crisp, brutal and utterly inspirational.

With A+ voice talent provided by Meg Ryan (Anastasia) and John Cusack (Dimitri), Fox has a winner on its hands.

Overall, not a great film, but definitely worth a viewing, especially to those who have seen any other Coppola film released this decade.

Not since "Peacemaker" have we witnessed such a battle of wits.

An enlightening experience that explains what cystic fibrosis as well as why someone wracked with pain from it might want to hurt themselves.

OK, the premise may be a little hard to take, but there's plenty of good writing here, anyway.

This is a big, silly film. Is it full of explosions and one-liners? Of course. Is it entertaining? Of course.