A surprisingly upbeat look at that Middle East hotspot.

It’s the first R-rated, woman-directed comedy in years! — here’s the rub: The funniest thing about it is the men.

Director Josh Boone’s goal was to jettison the usual comic-book trappings and make The New Mutants a horror film. He succeeded on the first part, but not the second. Nothing is scary or heroic. Perhaps unsurprising coming from the guy who directed “The Fault in Our Stars,” it’s all teenage troubles: love, sex obsession, a tinge of self-harm.

Playing for only one week. Parents of tweens, you've been warned.

Levy's innovative movie should appeal to mumblecore fans while perplexing mainstream audiences.

After a dreadfully clunky start, Left Luggage picks up and becomes quite moving.

Grant hasn't had any real chemistry with a female co-star since Julia Roberts in "Notting Hill," but Barrymore works so hard at it and is so charming that you might be fooled.

Unfortunately, the cast of characters you’ll find here is a pale imitation of her Hogwarts heroes.

Treads an awfully thin line between the provocative and the exploitative.

Fails as a detective story, but it does offer an entertaining look at the punk scene in the 1970s.

Watching The Photograph is like looking through a friend’s old photo album — it’s not as exciting as your friend thinks it is.

You could say the 3-D animated kidpic How To Train Your Dragon is "Avatar" for simpletons. But that title is already taken, by "Avatar."

Here's a tagline for Disney's Sky High: "Like Harry Potter, only stupider!"

Dinklage is a terrific actor who’s always engaging to watch, and he elevates this screenplay’s plot holes and lame dialogue.

Morrow fares less well with the script, which he also produced and collaborated on.

This new movie features stylishly filmed and choreographed battles. But in between the set pieces is a lot of sentimental blather that slows down the film. More action, less talk should be the order of the day, but it isn't.

For parents of very young children looking for a weekend distraction, “Color City” is passable fare — and will at least inspire kiddies to finish what they start, coloring-wise.

Like the rest of Dear Mr. Watterson, it’s a good-hearted gesture. But unlike Calvin’s alter ego Spaceman Spiff, this film never manages to achieve liftoff.

Romero's we're-all-doomed-and-maybe-we-deserve-it pessimism is so extreme he would fit right in with a real group of brain-eaters: the French.

An unsatisfying drama that premiered at Sundance '07 and was supposedly delayed because of the Virginia Tech shootings.

By the end, we wind up pretty much where we were four years ago when the pictures first appeared in the papers: Inexperienced troops did disgusting things, but it's a mystery who else knew.

The attempts to out-Matrix "The Matrix," with bullet-time super-slo mo, are staged with such theatrics that they're unintentionally funny. This movie also has "Blade Runner" on its mind, and Raymond Chandler, but mostly it's a weak little sister to "Sin City."

Recycles gags from various, more successful gross-out and romantic comedies, but without any zest or imagination.

Tells us just about everything we might want to know about her - except why she did what she did. That important information will have to wait for another film.

A postcard-pretty psychological drama that's too moody and enigmatic for its own good.

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+.

Pretty and pleasing, but no more. A bon-bon, not a meal.

Only sporadically entertaining.