Has an unforgettable artery of hot-blooded talent coursing straight through it.

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

Has only its actors to keep it afloat.

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.

The entire ensemble is first-rate.

An adroitly made, perfectly acted little nightmare.

Most tenderly, the film deciphers the true meaning of its corporate-speak title in Franck and his father's impassioned struggle to ensure each other's welfare.

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

A fitting tribute to these displaced children because it so simply and elegantly personalizes their place in the most horrific chapter of 20th-century history.

Somehow manages to stay afloat on a sea of pretension, thanks largely to some splashy visuals.

Even Foxx's lively comedy is lost in the noise.

An ambitious film, nearly an exploitative one, but its lingering effects are positive.

An intermittently irresistible entertainment.

Crowe's script is a thing of wonder, and he again proves himself to be an outstanding director of actors.

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

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.

An intensely involving, Ibsen-esque human drama populated by complex, sympathetic heroes.

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

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

The satisfaction of watching it essentially boils down to seeing whether or not Reeves can pull it off.

A vanity vehicle for the dubious acting talents of Pras.

Whipped is cinematic suicide, if not for actor, then certainly for audience.

Director Roger Michell ("Persuasion," "Notting Hill") has made his finest film to date.

It's a satisfying swan song.

Thinking (logically or otherwise) about this movie is a waste of your brain cells.

Arresting, visually accomplished documentary.

Two hours' worth of painful stupidity, overt racism, and mind-battering noise and movement.

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