What on earth is Stockard Channing doing in this mess?

Not a waste of time, but not quite in control of its destination.

Yes, surely for them, the lucky few and probable many, 21 and Over will be the Best Movie Ever. For the rest of us, though, it’s something of a chore.

Even when compared against other films that have been adapted from Nicholas Sparks novels, Safe Haven is terrible.

Little entertainment value.

The Lifeguard is a painfully dull (alleged) drama utterly lacking in originality or self-awareness.

There's nothing here but a messy lump of coal.

She's not a real person, in any way, shape or form -- which makes watching Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, the first in a projected series of live-action films based around her exploits, a visually spectacular yet oddly cheerless experience.

Isn't a bad action movie -- it's just an utterly forgettable one.

Its ultimate merits may be few, but if nothing else, it stands on its own sweaty terms.

This is basically a movie about one neurotic woman and her neurotic L.A. life. .

After Earth stupefies us with nonsense, such little thought and logic went into this idea that it can’t even be considered a rough draft, this is a movie almost daring an audience to emotionally detach throughout. For shame!

She (Lopez) wipes away the unpleasant memories of "The Cell," and serves notice to Julia and Sandra that there's another girl out there who can do romantic comedy-even of the half-baked variety.

So you'll laugh during Big Momma's House -- but the laughs are so negligible you'll probably forget them before you get to the parking lot.

This is a story that has everything you’re looking for, provided that you’re looking for absolutely nothing.

There is no obvious reason for the film's meandering existence: it's a series of beautifully photographed postcards of Africa.

Either I’m getting dumber or the “Transformers” sequels are getting more coherent.

This is still Ron Shelton in good -- not great, but good -- form here, and the rewards are plentiful.

Pandering and tired, Down to Earth lurches from one dead gag to the other, in search of both comedic rhythm and a dramatic pulse. It finds neither.

Frankly, no one in this ensemble is done any favors by Jason Hall and Barry Levy’s screenplay, a “Duplicity” for dummies filled to the brim with double-crossing cliches.

John, John, John -- one more bad-guy role in a bad movie and you're going to need another comeback.

It's not easy to go 12 rounds against a cliche-ridden story like Price of Glory and remain standing. But somehow stars Jimmy Smits and Jon Seda, and first-time director Carlos Avila, manage to survive.

The whole point is nothing more than the revelation that the terrain of suburbia is populated with damaged people inflicting damage on others. This is still news?

Jackman and Judd are sweet together, so much so that you wish they were in a fresher movie than this.

A pastiche of bad film cliches and scenes devoid of any real conflict or character development.

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.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles isn’t a movie; it’s a brand re-launch that’s going to satisfy stockholders far more than it’s going to entertain the people who paid to watch it.

Dumb and irritating.