Badly photographed, clumsily edited, and lacking any discernable cinematic style.

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

Whenever Voight steps to the forefront, A Dog of Flanders is poochy-keen; alas, the rest of the time it's doggedly dull.

Might be structured like a soggy house of cards, but it's shot beautifully and acted expertly.

It's a lock to pile up the honors during Hollywood's annual awards season next spring (at the Golden Raspberries and the MTV Movie Awards).

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

At best a vaguely Semitic episode of "The Wonder Years."

Likable, but frustratingly lazy, Ghost Dog has coolness running all through it, but little substance.

The movie is as schmaltzy as I'd feared, and yet De Salvo does elicit some nice performances from her ensemble cast.

As fascinating as the case is as history, however, Scottsboro: An American Tragedy is a TV show, not a movie.

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

Eventually succumbs to fatal overlength.

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.

As romantic comedies go, this is definitely not one you'd take to the altar, but you might enjoy having a cup of coffee with it.

A sleek rip-off of "The Birds" that is fast, furious, and watchable, but lacking in the two elements most essential to a silly screamfest like this: scares and laughs.

Startlingly shallow even for a summer movie.

The script is pure Disney formula. Dinosaur offers next to nothing in the way of variation.

Shows its roots early on: Mixing the high camp of "Strictly Ballroom" with Monty's gritty milieu, the film comes off as little more than a contrived composite, despite the best efforts of pros Rickman, Richardson, and Griffiths.

All of the filmmaker's fine work and good intentions cannot make this repetitive and finally tiresome saga fly.

Starts as light, fluffy fun but becomes so blithely preposterous that it ceases to exist.

A watchable mediocrity at best.

Until he (Smith) learns the difference between what has meaning and what's meandering, what feels real and what feels contrived, he'd be better off sticking to the funny stuff.

Just another basketcase with a blade.

Despite the film's impressively epic look and an interesting cast of young and old actors, it ringingly sounds the same dour note over and over again.

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.

It plays out like an endless series of scenes we've seen before.

A botched effort. Not necessarily bad, but hardly compelling either.

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