Has storytelling rambles and lapses that no amount of electrifying jump-cuts and original image-making can compensate for.

Startlingly shallow even for a summer movie.

At once arch, derivative, and, in the end, bizarrely lyrical.

Kids deserve better than this. They deserve more respect than P2K is willing to give for the price of a Saturday matinee.

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.

This is sub-par Aaron Spelling sludge all the way.

Beautifully performed and filmed, but tiresomely schematic episodes like this one cause us to experience major sensory deprivation.

An orgy of bad decisions and cheap ideas.

Without any momentum and lacking both depth and interesting characters, Shadow Hours makes sin seem pretty damn boring.

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

Mild as satire and completely unconvincing as tragicomedy.

Despite Arteta's best efforts, I eventually stopped caring about their bond because Chuck's character is conceived as such a two-dimensional yuppie.

Every time the movie seems poised to veer into watchability, however, Turteltaub is there, like a beat cop for the Fun Police, reminding us to laugh, sigh, or tear up.

Cho is raw, uncensored, and side-splittingly hilarious.

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

Limp satire isn't worthy of its good intentions.

A raunchy, scattershot, but often hilarious spoof.

But jaw-dropping trailer aside, there isn't much movie here.

So packed with knowingly dreadful puns, wily sight gags, and self-referential cheek that it's impossible not to be charmed.

This is one Rudolph opus that leaves no afterglow.

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

Praise will get under your skin.

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

Flock (don't walk) to the theater to see Chicken Run.

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

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

If you haven't seen his (Crudup's) work before, Jesus' Son could be the one that makes you his biggest disciple.

Dumont's movie has virtually nothing wrong with it -- aside from the fact that it drives people crazy. Take the leap, but expect no answers. Just like life, as they say.