Afailed attempt at a hipster screwball comedy. Very failed.

So relentlessly vanilla that it never springs to life.

Loses touch with its characters.

Seems to be an exercise not unlike the phone-booth stuffing of the '50s; namely, let's see how much plot we can fit into a movie before it bursts.

Full of sound and fury, signifying absolutely nothing, End of Days is the loudest and least of the year's end-of-the-world movies.

Ephron is still a director whose movies veer uncomfortably between the good -- make that adequate -- "You've Got Mail", the bad "This Is My Life" and the ugly Lucky Numbers. Pity.

Mangold ultimately can't displace memories of "An Angel at My Table," "Lilith," "The Snake Pit," "I Never Promised You a Rose Garden" and other, stronger accounts of young women placed in mental institutions.

A dud. Neither sweet nor low-down enough by half.

Lurches on for the better part of two hours with a ludicrous plot and even worse dialogue, interspersed with what look like excerpts from a music video made by some naughty Catholic-school graduates.

It's very much like a porn film without the porn, and that's about as bad as it gets.

It's insulting and devalues the experience of watching not just this film but all films.

Drop Dead Gorgeous eventually shows that it doesn't like anybody -- in the movie or in the audience.

About an hour after you've seen it, you'll already be fuzzy on just who was screwing who, and why

Vatel is really about production design, so if you're not absolutely passionate about 18th century table-settings, wigs and bodices, you might as well just stay at home and watch the Food Channel.

Stretched too thin, looks cheap, and can't quite go the distance.

Gun Shy can't rise on wobbly legs, and its real potential is lost for good.

The film isn't very good. The Million Dollar Hotel is an uneasy melding of Hollywood shtick and art-house sensibilities.

Appears to be several different movies spliced together, with unfortunate results.

But as objectionable as its subject matter is, the most objectionable thing is that it's not funny.

The movie is a mess.

A big disappointment.

Simplistic and non-controversial, and thus is virtually guaranteed commercial success.

Recycled "Steel Magnolias."

Utterly unnecessary sequel.

Looks plain silly without an appropriate tone or sustaining context.

Hopefully, the next time around, Chadha's imagination will be in the service of not just excellent casting and directing, but a script to match those other cinematic components.

The screenplay is far too obsessed with the setup, and not at all concerned with making the villains even the least bit believable or scary.

An amazing compendium of dumb behavior, bad dialogue, and incoherent direction.