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

A bit too bloodless to howl about.

In its attempts to chart a young girl's journey from innocence to experience, The Invisible Circus ends up having all the heft of a Nancy Drew mystery decked out in a tie-dyed T-shirt and peasant skirt.

Shower isn't a bad movie -- just a baneful sign of things to come.

If Parker had aimed more at capturing the author's unique voice, and worried less about getting the details right, his movie might have been extraordinary as well.

It's a wonderful reminder of the importance of music in the movies.

A cute, clichéd, coming-of-age comedy.

The movie is a shambles, a rambling, disjointed love tragedy with a story that amounts to little more than a mess of fade-outs, sloppy montages, and dramatic sketches.

Fans starving for some song and dance celluloid may be satiated, but this movie version really shows the material's age.

As a portrait of a man barely qualifying for a cinematic portrait, Benjamin Smoke is a trifle, but when Sillen and Cohen turn their cameras on the weedy, workaday, hellhole America that Benjamin calls home, the movie comes alive.

Covers some bases, but it feels like the Cliffs Notes version of a grander epic.

Considerably less fun than a marathon of Star Search episodes.

It's amiable enough, but the only real opportunity here is to see Walken step out of the shadows.

For many, the enticement of seeing two old pros smartly step through their pressurized pas de deux might be reason enough to buy a ticket.

A seven-course melodrama.

For all its wit and sharp casting, State and Main is way too pleased with itself to be funny or endearing.

A detective story without a solution and a coming-of-ager without discernable characters.

An audacious but underconceived blend of fiction and documentary that questions the idea of race and identity in America.

Aviva Kempner's utterly conventional documentary plays like a lost chapter from Ken Burns' "Baseball."

A pale imitation of the original Winnie the Pooh Disney shorts of the '60s, but a vast improvement on the current Pooh TV series and straight-to-tape specials.

Feels repetitive and impacted.

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

It's a polished, beautifully made movie with a rotten heart.

Writer-director Harmony Korine seems more interested in churning your stomach than in warming your heart.

On the whole, this documentary is best-suited to hardcore fans.

The film has a standard trajectory, but the details are unpredictable: Kitano fluctuates between goofy pratfalls. . . and elliptical pathos.

As classic romantic comedy goes, it ain't no "Tootsie."

Given a decent script, they might make a fun summer movie. Given the script for Shanghai Noon, they've come up with a middling Old West oater that falls flat at least as often as it finds the funny bone.