The frequent song interludes will distract the kids (but send the adults into comas), and the anti-Disney satire rages as never before.

Especially timely in light of the current escalation in Palestinian-Israeli aggressions, but this is one sad story that would pack a staggering punch in any political climate.

Plenty of the tasteless gags don't fly, and for every celebrity cameo that works (a hilariously heavenly Reese Witherspoon), there are two or three that crash and burn.

All this artful violence won't change your life, but Non-Stop is a satisfying quickie.

The film's title accurately captures the sensation of sitting through it -- stay home.

It's the sum of things not spoken, things too painful to express, that's the heart of this quietly moving drama.

The characters aren't convincingly written, rarely if ever behave like believable humans, and consequently don't matter to us in the least.

Sunk by its own melodramatic falseness, and it stands as a well-meaning yet lacking tribute to a courageous man.

Suzhou River might be more pulpy than profound, but it still sings its old song better than we've heard in years.

The man (Apted) behind the excellent "7 Up" series has put a human face to science, making the seemingly abstruse both accessible and easily relatable.

Like its accordion-filled score, it's nothing but a golden moldie.

Without full-bodied characters to play, Smith and Damon are left to get by on their native charm -- something both have in considerable quantity, thankfully.

Formally astute, visually arresting, and fearlessly horrifying.

It's a coffee-table movie, but what saves it are a couple of performances.Rowlands puts a spin on every line reading, Harris quietly mines regret, and Shields, assured and sexy, has never been this good.

The movie's still thinner than a supermodel's waist. It's not just that the results are less than heavenly; it's that we don't know what the hell they are.

Mature and adroitly performed but ultimately underachieving.

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

Has a credibly gritty texture, thanks in large part to Fishburne's generosity with his fellow actors.

A seven-course melodrama.

Whatever the amount on Roth's paycheck was, it's the only truly charmed sum Lucky Numbers has to offer.

Through a messy series of news reports, interviews, talk shows, and behind-the-scenes footage, Arcand creates a cinema vérité spoof that's not nearly as penetrating or enjoyable as he thinks.

A generally likeable cast atones for the underwritten script with fine comic spirit.

Captures the embarrassment of foreplay, but it could use a few lessons in the art of seduction

A peerless indignity, a club-footed vomit launch of teen-horror clichés, overproduced self-importance, and scareless gore.

Something of a featherweight, but it's also a positively divine comedy.

A must-see for avid fans and a welcome primer for nascent hip-shakers everywhere.

Massively entertaining.

May not have enough story to sustain its narrative momentum, but Gray just might be our best shot at a new Coppola.