A genre-busting film that deserves to be seen.

Rereading Greene's book, one is struck anew by the absolute perfection of the film's casting.

Actually, it's a childhood "A Clockwork Orange," a reverent realization of the late Stanley Kubrick's final obsession.

The most poignant (if hard-hitting) depiction of childhood to show up this year.

Easily the best millennial movie, Don McKellar's Last Night is also the only one to use the idea of apocalyptic end-time as a vehicle to explore the absurdity of human desire.

A film that's bound to be loathed for its irrationalities and narrative drunkenness, just as it will be beloved for its original risks and manic visual energy.

But for all its pretensions toward exemplifying a brave new way of making movies, Time Code offers less and less worth discovering as it slouches toward its tritely "fatal" climax.

Burton's films are endearing and impassioned despite the fact that they generally fail to tell a whole story, create a single rounded character, or inspire even mild laughs or chills.

A jauntily entertaining ride.

Simply a pleasant diversion rather the paean to crazy-in-love classics it would so like to be.

Rarely falters but neither does it ever take flight.

Ultimately, Grateful Dawg will only be of real interest to musicology students and diehard Deadheads.

Almost nothing happens for most of the movie.

The biggest piece of supernatural hooey since estranged wife Demi Moore's "The Seventh Sign."

Mature and adroitly performed but ultimately underachieving.

The film's details are spot-on, its tone ludicrously ironic, and its casting deft.

A punishing tragedy that could best be described as the anti-"Shine."

An absurdist semi-romance between two traumatized somnambulists.

It's so easy to be mesmerized by Chocolat's brilliant indulgences that one abandons reason altogether.

Even if the great debate that pits artistic integrity against corporate compromise doesn't thrill you, see Cradle Will Rock anyway. It's marvelous, provocative entertainment; art for art's sake.

The best kind of summer blockbuster -- the kind that makes you immediately crave a sequel.

All that this really amounts to is a lot of hot-headed, hairy men threatening each other -- whenever they're not dancing on table tops, that is.

Easily the year's most trying, tormented, and thrilling movie ordeal.

Gay jungle sex (gasp!), gone-native intellectuals, tribal rituals (gulp!), cannibalism (none of which the film shows, by the way) -- it sounds like a "Weekly World News" front page, not the thematic fodder of a highbrow non-fiction film.

For the most part, it's when the women do the singing -- that Songcatcher really comes alive.

Whatever extraordinary ingredients are necessary to fashion a 1776 home run, this movie doesn't have them.

Too poignant and funny to be dismissed.

The voyage is never less than interesting, even when you have no idea where it could possibly go.