That’s the worst thing about these new Scream films — they couldn’t spook a kitten. They’re much more concerned with so-so jokes and overly geeky observations about the horror genre. Yes, Scream always commented on other scary movies, but never so obnoxiously and repetitively as now.

Running and screaming may be essential to a lot of horror movies, but as Blair Witch shows, they’re not scary in themselves. For that, you need the stuff between the running and screaming.

Turistas has mastered the international language: stupidity.

Repackage clichés and stereotypes with attractive young performers in a simple-minded script that panders to the teen audience.

This is the sort of movie that requires you not only to suspend disbelief, but to check your sanity at the ticket counter.

Relentlessly dopey and vulgar.

For a film that takes place largely in a basket, Harper manages an epic mood. Nonetheless, you can’t help but feel swindled by Hollywood’s hot air.

Frustratingly superficial.

That Eulogy has any laughs is largely a testament to the understated Romano -- he and Deschanel are the only ones in the cast who aren't straining to be funny.

The result is an intermittently instructive and amusing jumble that might have been seen as daring and "transgressive" in both form and content if it had been released, say, three decades ago.

What a bloody disappointment Stigmata is!

Among group-suicide movies, A Long Way Down may prove uniquely inspirational: It’s bound to make audience members want to kill themselves. It might be the only summer movie during which the snack bars will be selling cyanide Kool-Aid.

A dull, trite thriller.

A pretentious, unsatisfying and ultra-slow-moving thriller.

Jarringly insensitive and amateurish debut feature.

Tommy Riley is a ten-cent "Baby."

Partly a schmaltzy, by-the-numbers romantic comedy, partly a shallow rumination on the emptiness of success -- and entirely soulless.

This female revenge thriller starts out promisingly, but squanders its girl-power capital quicker than you can say "Rihanna."

Only rarely does the film present a genuine insight, such as the observation that many black people loved to dress up in their finest for church because, during the week, they were so often dressed as servants and manual laborers.

This inferior sequel is doomed by a lousy - and extremely vulgar - script.

A comic adventure that suffers from a dearth of both laughs and thrills.

Appalachian mountains get blown up to extract coal in the documentary The Last Mountain, a film in which activists are at least as hot as the TNT.

"Happy Feet" was one of the greatest and most original animated films, but the sequel can't even decide what it's about for the first 40 minutes.

Something most have gotten lost in the translation.

A dopey psychological thriller that combines elements of “The Sixth Sense” with an overbearing sentimentality, The 9th Life of Louis Drax flat-lines from beginning to end.

True, the stars are very good at what they do, but so what?

It's another flick about maps, landmarks and buried treasure that makes "The Da Vinci Code" look like TOLSTOY.

Fitfully funny at best, it's a sophomoric, facetious road comedy.