Pushes the standard tropes of gay romance movies a few more steps toward full-blown cliché-dom.

The most disappointing aspect of Planet of the Apes is that, despite its presentation, the film is so very ordinary, without urgency or revelation.

This avenging cat gets no action whatsoever. Neither does the movie, despite a terrific cast and a heap of street style.

No matter how quotable the one-liners, the movie remains a far stretch from truth or insight.

Perhaps most depressingly, in pulling out all the stops for an ugly, violent climax, he (Schumacher) cheapens this vividly drawn slice of life, turning it into a tiresomely flawed, garden-variety vigilante thriller.

I've not stopped thinking about it -- weighing might-have-beens and alternative courses of action, as though remembering an actual event rather than a nimble, superbly-realized fantasy. That's a first-rate achievement.

The farce hits the fan, and you just wait for the thing to be over.

Hazards nothing to speak of and asks chiefly to be congratulated for its modesty.

An entertaining but insubstantial romantic thriller loaded with Euro-chic trappings and no small amount of sex appeal.

Glossy, gruesome police drama.

Has its share of small pleasures.

The more we realize that we're stuck in the company of a totally relentless loser, the drearier the entire experience becomes.

A clever but routine science fiction flick.

The result is a feast for the eyes but frequently a famine for the frontal lobes, a movie of towering imagination and middling rewards.

An empty, affected exercise, executed with just enough style to make you wish McQuarrie had a motive beyond his own career.

A well-crafted, great looking adventure, with some spirited performances.

Something of a featherweight, but it's also a positively divine comedy.

Makes for compulsive viewing.

As a snapshot of Hungarian history, Glamour's watchability trumps that of "Sunshine" — the droll absurdity of the former leaves a much deeper impression than the latter's bruising moralism.

A tepid and surprisingly dull farce stamped from the "About Mary" mold.

Spacey and Bridges -- generally provide exactly the level of investment required for their characters to be convincing. Neither one showboats, and both make good use of the dry humor in Leavitt's script.

It's a shame that Jeepers Creepers cops out -- as American genre movies have been doing for years -- and plays it safe with an F/X-heavy creature that no one would believe in a thousand years.

Murphy's second outing as the M.D. who talks to the animals is surprisingly engaging.

Visually, Pitch Black is sleek and stylish in a post-apocalyptic way, and a scantily clad Radha Mitchell does a nice, more femme variation of Sigourney Weaver's Ripley.

Showing the sex seems to be the film's raison d'etre, which gets you only so far.

What ultimately keeps Titan A.E. from taking off is an ordinary script.

Ultimately nothing more than a live-action cartoon. A high-minded, inspiring cartoon, but a cartoon nonetheless.

The characters and their dilemmas are never convincing.