The documentary Giuliani Time, which seeks to knock our former mayor off his pedestal, hits him with all the force of a wadded-up Kleenex. Those who hope Rudy Giuliani never returns to public life must be getting panicky.

This bore fest is nearly two hours of sizzle-less romance and thudding dialogue, centered around the sort of obnoxious free spirit who’d start up an unwanted conversation with you at a bar

The terrorism thriller Java Heat sure is violent. I don’t even want to tell you how viciously Mickey Rourke mangles the French accent he’s trying to do.

As lifeless and unfunny as a corpse on a slab.

An utterly clueless, relentlessly grim and rambling action epic guaranteed to displease devout Jews, Christians and Muslims alike, amuse atheists — and generally bore everyone.

The stars look bored out of their minds when the fourth episode of the franchise stalls between racing sequences.

The overall result is superficial and deadly boring.

A cheesy, often unintentionally funny, direct-to-video-caliber knockoff of "Aliens" that couldn't be more shallow.

The innovation of Refn’s latest is mostly just in the way it manages to merge gory and boring. At least it’s created a new movie adjective for me: goring.

This infomercial for Helnwein's work as designer for an Israeli opera called "The Child Dreams" doesn't tell us a lot about how opera comes together, but it is accidentally revealing about its subject.

The only prize this shamelessly derivative schlock is likely to be in the running for is the year's dullest thriller.

If I wasn't already convinced of this movie's obnoxiousness, its rendering of Graham's character sealed the deal.

Like one of those five-minute featurettes on star athletes deployed to soak up time on the pregame show -- expanded to a paralytic length.

This low-caliber Gun Shy has singularly ugly cinematography by Tom Richmond that at one point shows off Bullock's facial hair.

The screenplay is packed with so many hilariously bad lines (it's hard to believe that writer-director Helgeland won an Oscar for co-writing "L.A. Confidential") that the movie would be perfect material for a resurrected version of the TV spoof "Mystery Science Theater."

There may be a lot left to say about Hurricane Katrina, but if so, I'm Carolyn Parker doesn't say it.

Dreadful, misogynist slog of a film.

A witless homage to "Shampoo" and "American Gigolo" that's brain-dead on arrival.

Set in the drab suburbs of Paris, The Stroller Strategy doesn’t even offer pretty backdrops.

If the film is meant to make us feel good about African justice, it does anything but.

Murder on the Orient Express has been . . . murdered!

Silly and pointless film.

The script is blaring and obvious at all times, and in his second directorial effort, David Schwimmer doesn't have a clue how dull it is for the audience to endure scene after scene of anguish, crying and screaming matches

Will there be a “Hatchet IV’’? I shudder to think about it.

Without any believable characters or situations, Reindeer Games is about as appealing as leftover Christmas fruitcake.

Even at a cramped and frenetic 82 minutes, the movie feels long. That’s what happens when the audience can guess everything that’s going to happen in advance.

A laughably bad B-thriller.

Proves, if anything, that sappy feel-good movies aren't restricted to Hollywood.