Modestly entertaining.

Yearning for an exciting African adventure? Oka! isn't it.

Shepard, who directed "The Matador" and the pilot for "Ugly Betty," can't quite get the disparate elements of The Hunting Party to mesh into a satisfying whole.

A hit-and-miss affair.

Steve Coogan’s Alan Partridge character — a craven, narcissistic, provincial TV and radio host who has been amusing the Brits for more than 20 years — proves too much of a sketch-comedy creation to sustain a film.

Feels both deeply rote and way overpacked with characters.

When it comes to magnetism, the Rolling Stones have nothing on Amma, the Indian mahatma ("spiritual guide") chronicled in Jan Kounen's handsomely photographed but one-sided documentary.

You never believe Buck is the genuine article, so moments of danger and even cute mannerisms don’t land. Even the best-trained contestant at Westminster has some unpredictability.

A cartoonish 1940s shoot-'em-up that's impossible to take seriously.

Pity the boxing movie that thinks it can be both "Raging Bull" and "Rocky."

You do have to give Starbuck credit for engineering perhaps the largest group hug ever put on film.

With Fading Gigolo, writer-director-star John Turturro does a passable imitation of a mediocre Woody Allen sex comedy, and guess who tags along for this would-be romp?

If it weren't for a terrific central performance by the Icelandic pop singer Bjork, Dancer in the Dark would be all but unwatchable.

Thanks to a winning cast, all of this is funnier than you would expect considering the erratic script.

For all his skill with a cue, the charisma-challenged Callahan is no Nia Vardalos in the acting department -- let alone a Paul Newman or Tom Cruise.

Crude and cheerfully sophomoric teen sex comedy.

Seventh-graders are far cooler and more anarchic than depicted in this often-dopey movie, which is aimed at more of a fourth-grade sensibility.

As a full-length feature, Casa is simply a funny concept that starts to go stale around the 10-minute mark.

Kidman gives an other stunning performance in Birth, but it is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma that ultimately reveals . . . not much.

A campy, low-budget Romero homage that's badly in need of editing.

An earnest, if dreary little Canadian domestic drama.

The dialogue is dubbed into English by generic actors, whose phony, emotionless rendition undermines what's on the screen.

The film repeatedly disappoints because Sandler and his director...have so little faith in focusing on the two characters' plight that they interrupts the romance repeatedly for vulgar, Farrelly brothers-style sexual and ethnic jokes that are so relentlessly unfunny they may not even rouse Sandler's core constituency of 12-year-old males.

All movies require suspension of disbelief to a certain degree, but p.s. really pushes the envelope.

After a wickedly promising start, this pointed political satire quickly deteriorates into a fairly routine, if sporadically quite effective, home-invasion thriller.

“Gatsby” meets “Gossip Girl” in this outsider-among-the-wealthy story set, like Fitzgerald’s novel, on Long Island.

Thrillers can be a valid Hollywood escape, but this one made me as uncomfortable as its hero is with small talk.

The sort of heart-tugger a small group of people will love passionately.