How well you respond to this handsomely mounted, cold-blooded tragedy will depend on your feelings toward Gillian Anderson's highly theatrical lead performance.

A 25-minute third act is far too short to suffice, especially when the previous two hours are as astute and technically impressive as they are here.

For all its originality, O Brother doesn't seem to have a point, or enough spark to distract us from the lack thereof.

Dracula 2000 is a stake in the heart.

A warm, glossy holiday fable that hits some surprisingly sweet notes.

The first 15 minutes of Nowhere to Hide rock, and after that it's got nowhere to hide from its own excesses.

A barrage of dangling plot strands, inconsistent characterizations, and suspense-free shootouts.

For all its wit and sharp casting, State and Main is way too pleased with itself to be funny or endearing.

The execution is crisp and the fundamentals are solid. Like its protagonist, Finding Forrester got game.

The real revelation, however, is Keanu Reeves. His character is something of a caricature — a violent, white-trash wife-beater — but Reeves' portrayal is joltingly authentic.

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

As classic romantic comedy goes, it ain't no "Tootsie."

Sentenced its audience to a maudlin death.

The dilemma is simple: Living, making art, and then dying does not constitute much of a story.

None, repeat, none of this is funny.

This joyous romp is no mere new groove, it's a live wire -- 110 volts of pure holiday cheer.

A miserable western that is clearly headed downward toward the latter destination.

A shell of a film. It's a stripped-down and blown-out thriller than can only be measured by the sum of its action sequences.

Proof of Life won't hold your heart hostage for very long after it's over, but here's looking at Russell Crowe -- he's the real deal, sweetheart.

Gamer geeks, I speak your language! And I warn you: Flee! Or, at the very least, crank down any expectations you harbor -- a few notches below "zero" should do it -- before buying a ticket.

Whenever Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon resorts to flying fists or soaring sword battles, the Force is definitely with it.

I'd rather go on an all-Crisco diet than sit through Poor White Trash again.

It's a pleasure to watch these unhurried, character-driven vignettes when such great actors are anchoring them.

A modestly entertaining ride.

A film without mirth or magic.

A literate, dialogue-driven treat delivered by a cast that truly savors the script's wicked wit.

Seems truncated, incomplete -- mostly because the patented Shyamalan twist is revealed in the dénouement, not the climax.

Roos combines a sharp script with excellent performances.