Roos combines a sharp script with excellent performances.

At their trenchant, tuneful best, the Barenaked Ladies take flip comic spins on serious subjects (alcoholism, heartbreak). But offstage, they have nothing of substance to reveal.

The movie's still thinner than a supermodel's waist. It's not just that the results are less than heavenly; it's that we don't know what the hell they are.

For audiences new to this type of moon-mad magical realism and unembarrassed romanticism, Orfeu can spellbind.

Allen's good with the material, but Hunt sparkles, repeatedly razoring her diminutive antagonist to shreds.

Deserves to be applauded for not casting Freddie Prinze Jr., but this sloppy, somnolent, strung-together flick pales when compared to such other teenage riffs on classic literature as "Clueless" and "10 Things I Hate About You."

Impeccably produced.

Tries to have it both ways -- as a kitschy ode to bodybuilding culture and as a tragic story of a man who was persecuted for his dreams.

Affectionately skewers the age of polyester pants.

Reed's manic direction rarely lets up between show-stopping cheer numbers.

A big disappointment. It's toe-tappin' tripe aimed squarely at the undiscerning Britney Spears set.

The casting is sublime.

Has a credibly gritty texture, thanks in large part to Fishburne's generosity with his fellow actors.

Families already know exactly what they're in for, and they're likely to leave the multiplex high on the hum of a charming cast, sunny San Francisco locations, and a suitably happy ending.

A wide-eyed, action-adventure throwback to the era of Disney's magnificent adaptation of "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea."

Crammed with interesting ideas, visuals, and people, but Stone buries it all in a s--tstorm of technique.

The most obvious casualty ends up being Jennifer Jason Leigh, an actress known for her fearless choices, who is literally pissed on for her trouble.

There's nothing remotely bizarre about this boy meets girl meets boy tale.

Li's light touch and explosive fighting skills deserve a better vehicle than this overcooked pot of New Jack suey.

A watchable mediocrity at best.

An outrageously silly movie that makes me laugh.

Not all of the jokes hit, but enough of them do that anyone who's ever filed, collated, or played Mixmaster DJ with the transcribing machine will find cathartic giggles in this breakout debut.

Its emotional sweep is ultimately undercut by murky characterizations and generic plotting.

Mangold ultimately delivers the same film any number of other Hollywood journeyman could've made from this material, and the results are predictable and stale.

Myers has hit upon a genuinely original schtick, and that fact alone is immeasurably groovy.

Feels like it was pulled out of the freezer and hastily microwaved about 10 minutes before you arrived at the theater.

Has only its actors to keep it afloat.

Startlingly shallow even for a summer movie.