42 Up is filled with truth and poignancy as these people reflect on their first half of their lives, their goals, ambitions, and how they, for the most part, succeeded in reinventing them.

One of those special movies whose freshness and vitality are so bounteously infectious, your humble reviewer wishes everyone had the pleasure of discovering it brand-new and undescribed.

It's yet another serial killer movie, a plot element that by this point in time, far from being disturbing or fascinating, is just plain dull.

You could do a lot worse than spend two hours in the company of two such talented actresses.

It's Besson's stunning visual fluency that takes center stage, and in the end, that's not quite enough.

A shovelful of silly manure from the get-go.

Normal ideas of truth, illusion, and representation are sent into the meat grinder, and the result is consistently disarming and beautiful.

First the TV show, then the video games, the playing cards, the books, the clothes, and now the movie -- the dreaded movie.

The final reel of Rosetta is like nothing else ever filmed, and it would be wrong to describe it.

For two hours and 35 minutes it is absolutely riveting.

Hellish matrimonial misfire.

One of our very few consummate movie star actors, Washington can't quite elevate this dismal material as he's been able to do in the past, but he retains his dignity.

Even if the antic futility of attempting to get an entire shtetl to pull together in the face of genocide is your idea of a day at the races, don't laugh too hard -- the out-of-nowhere ending will make you choke on every chuckle.

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.

From the beginning of his career a fervent, epic documentarian, Herzog is a personal filmmaker as well, and My Best Fiend is certainly his most intimate and introspective film.

Brilliant, mind-boggling.

It's a wonderful reminder of the importance of music in the movies.

An aimless, pointless dawdle.

Tries to have it both ways -- as a kitschy ode to bodybuilding culture and as a tragic story of a man who was persecuted for his dreams.

A fresh and beautifully timed, if slight, romantic comedy.

The year's first sure-fire Oscar nominee has arrived with flying colors.

Aims low and cheats on an ending, but meanwhile it's a bottom-shelf hoot.

Wacky, vividly conceived but mundanely executed cartoon fantasy.

An ingenious, incredibly entertaining, Rorschach-blot meta-comedy based on a spec script (by first-timer Charlie Kaufman) that is completely unlike anything anyone has ever seen before.

There's talent to burn in this movie. But the flame is cold.

Inept, unfunny, and so brimming with bad ideas it's a wonder it wasn't manufactured by mandrills rather than adult humans.

Plays out like a raunchy, substandard WB soap.

Banderas may have been crazy to make such a heady directorial debut, but it's hard not to be charmed by his ambitions.