Moss -- in her first big role since "The Matrix" -- is the main reason to see Red Planet, a badly written and visually scenic space opus.

A bad movie about a great man.

A delight to the eye, ear, and mind

The result is fantasy that wafts away.

Glover and Bassett ground the film, in the flashbacks and in the body of the film, and lessen the riskiness of maintaining the play's theatricality.

Don't miss it.

Something rare: a mess of a movie that is somehow infectious, and infectious not despite the mess, but because of it.

At its core is a feminine realm (the beauty parlor) through which modern issues of alienation and casual-sex-as-a-drug are coupled with timeless questions about the natures of love and desire.

The worst thing you can accuse an unutterably bad movie of is sincerity.

By turns amusing, touching and horrifying, A Room For Romeo Brass is a film that defies expectation at every turn.

Doesn't have a lot to offer that hasn't been done better -- and worse -- in hundreds of ghetto-sink shoot-em-ups.

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.

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.

It simultaneously wows you with the stark beauty of its images, a beauty that leads to another, related kind of truth that is equally crucial. It's not to be missed.

What keeps Stardom watchable is Arcand's droll humor.

For adults, the film will drag in spots, but it's filled with all those values you hope to instill in your children.

It's just another bad horror film with inadequate young actors chased around a big house by something.

What the film doesn't have, ironically, is a soul.

Undiluted Jackie Chan, not the watered-down stuff he's been doing stateside.

Don't be misled by claims that you've seen this one already. You haven't, and you should.

An odd, sweet and relatively innocuous little fairytale.

Spacey and company deserve better.

Altman is just as nastily misogynistic as ever.

God-awful.

It's a guy's film that doesn't just revel in testosterone, though -- it has a more purposeful agenda.

You'll feel moved and uplifted after watching this well-written, funny movie.

A clumsy and tone-deaf comedy.

An almost total waste of time.