There's something thin about the picture-both in its ideas and its visual texture.

Lyonne, as usual, does her best...but she's running uphill.

Destined to be remembered not for its laugh-per-minute ratio, but for breaking a barrier of crudeness in mainstream movies.

Once at sea, The Perfect Storm collapses in a heap of spectacle and a dubious piling-on of scary incidents.

Has some good throwaway gags -- but far too often, the moviemakers don't throw them away soon enough.

For me, Trixie finds its own peculiar groove, and-buoyed by a compulsively watchable actress-folds neatly into the off-center work of a distinctive American director.

Gibson's performance is robbed of his customary humor, and he flounders around in search of the character's core.

These film-making provocateurs are divided between sweet and sour, between the romance of classic screwball comedy and Mad magazine on acid.

All but guarantees that you'll want to see Chicken Run more than once.

We should expect more of summer fare than that it merely be a visual junk-food snack as we cool off in the chill of a darkened theater.

Shaft is a decent popcorn movie and Jackson rises to the responsibility of appearing bigger than life.

Has the edge of black comedy that defines Maclean's sensibility, but it also has a mature new sweetness. And it's certainly one of the best films about the life of an addict since "Drugstore Cowboy."

A gorgeous dreamscape of a movie...one of the most exhilarating experiences of pure cinema that will be offered this year.

There's something about The Woman Chaser that isn't quite thought through, in a basic way.

Audiences willing to wade knee deep in the muck and mire of the human abyss are advised to seek out Humanité at the local arthouse.

In the end, Butterfly is an infuriating film because it's so very contrived, so annoyingly phony.

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

The story of Groove... provides an ingratiating road map to a cultural phenomenon. Just make sure you drink lots of water while you're there.

Sunshine's historical reference-heavy narrative walks a fine line between novelistic tragedy and comically overstated melodrama, falling down on the job more than once.

These are good people, yet the director has them carrying on like community theater actors playing to the balcony. It isn't fair to them, and it isn't fitting for Shakespeare.

Appalling because it never transcends its adolescent-boy glee at being allowed entry to the highly sexualized arena of prostitution.

This film, a remake of a hapless 1974 cheapie of the same title, can't even get the big chase right.

If you're looking for something child-appropriate that'll actually keep the little darlings awake for two hours straight, you'd do better...and cheaper...to just stay at home with the Discovery Channel.

Grass is often closer to the sobering tone of the PBS show than it is to the silly "Weed," with its stoned, barely literate potheads discussing the quality of their dope.

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.

Lets Jackie Chan have some fun, ride a horse and frolic in the American West. And when Jackie's having fun, at least some of it trickles down to us.

Questions loom heavily over this entertaining but not-too-deep film, making it more a commercial than real exploration.

Are two Demis better than one? How you answer will determine the level of patience you'll need to sit through this bizarre pet project.