A sloppy and ridiculous movie that Pacino makes oddly entertaining.

To bulk up the thin material, the film steals from countless other, better adventure movies to create an altogether less satisfying combo plate that costs $30 to rent on Disney+.

The film is a failure if it can't convince us that these two people belong together. It can't, and barely tries.

What's Spanglish for "oy"?

The central narrative is ultimately too one-dimensional to sustain interest.

In effect gives you two movies for the price of one. The better one doesn't star Sandra Bullock.

A very average, ordinary film that goes haywire.

Breakup at a Wedding works, because Quinaz has come up with a concept that lets him skewer directorial pretension alongside wedding hysteria.

It's not a total shipwreck, but abandon hope all ye seeking a coherent, much less satisfying, narrative. Expect instead a reported $300 million worth of eye candy, delivered with enormous technical skill.

In the course of How About You, much champagne is consumed, pot is smoked, and a good time is had by all, the audience included. Redgrave even sings the title song.

It also gives another black eye to Iranian fundamentalists. It is most unfortunate, then, that the film isn't better.

Comparisons to “Slumdog Millionaire” are inevitable, but the kinetic Trash has a rhythm all its own.

Problem: Kidman is the only one in the theater who is turned on. The rest of us are giggling.

Put it this way: Jimmy Carter was funnier than this movie.

I can’t speak to Bethan Roberts’ 2012 novel the film is based on, but the story’s climactic reveal is one of the most predictable in ages. It gets the award for Biggest Duh!

Ticket to Paradise would be a better time if it was as campy as its lead actress’ frozen hair.

Another mean-spirited black comedy from Todd Solondz, tries even harder than the director's two earlier films to shock and outrage -- but the overall effect of his sophomoric excess is tiresome and dull, like watching someone else's 2-year-old act out for the 50th time.

Garage Days is fun, but it would have been even more entertaining if Proyas had taken an unplugged approach.

A girl with relationship woes can hardly set foot in Europe these days without finding herself hip-deep in yummy food and tasty men. The latest iteration of the story is Letters to Juliet or, as I like to think of it, "Eat Pray Hurl."

Bay's best film since "The Rock."

Ice Cube's well-worn performance as a wise old geezer is the only bright spot in a movie that otherwise fumbles every opportunity to be funny, exciting or insightful.

The funniest and arguably most envelope-pushing episode stars Winona Ryder as a newlywed who falls in love on her honeymoon - and steals the object of her lust: a ventriloquist's dummy.

There are some funny moments, plus occasional nudity and sex, but the joke quickly wears off. What might have worked as a half-hour TV show doesn't suit itself to a feature-length film.

The performances are so uniformly good that it's a shame the characters are stuck with such a listless plot.

Child of God is, like the source novel, loosely inspired by the notorious real-life cannibal murderer Ed Gein. So was Alfred Hitchcock’s “Psycho.’’ Nobody left that classic bored — but they sure will be by Franco’s film.

Uma Thurman plays a flying hero who might as well be called Not Funny Woman.

Stewart's intense, courageous performance as a 16-year-old New Orleans prostitute is really something special.

A protegé of Gus Van Sant, Archer -- who also makes short films and music videos -- has a wild imagination he has trouble harnessing. He doesn't know the meaning of "too much." But Barkin, in short, blond hair, is superb, as usual, and Aaron Platt's cinematography is stunning. Here's hoping Archer gets his s - - t together in feature No. 3.