A perfect storm of wooden acting, hackneyed direction, inane scripting and laughably cartoonish special effects produces a shapeless mess more wearyingly stupid than arch-villian Dr. Doom is evil.

Jane's Journey is an exceedingly graceful and dignified sleep aid.

The movie is essentially a theater piece in which Nolan (Walker) is mostly alone on screen, making use of what he finds a la John McClane, but without the smart pacing or inventiveness of “Die Hard.”

Save your money and wait for the new 3-D version of the 1939 classic that Warner Bros. has promised for later this year.

If I weren't already being paid to watch this movie, I'd feel entitled to compensation for having to sit through this many product plugs.

Semicoherent.

This masturbatory exercise is the least revealing "documentary" since Jerry Seinfeld's "Comedian."

There is a limit to the redemption Nicolas Cage can grant a terrible movie, and Primal is it.

Tedious and obnoxiously manipulative.

If there's a fresh idea in When Harry Tries To Marry, I couldn't find it.

After a slightly promising start, this great-looking but ultimately deeply confusing and unscary sci-fi/horror opus turns into a quite boring rehash of M. Night Shyamalan's post-"Signs" films.

Demonstrating that an hour and a half of stunts doesn't make a movie, this feature is X-treme only in its multidimensional dullness.

The Goldfinch should be called “CliffsNotes: The Movie,” because after seeing this pedantic film adaptation, I now know all 3 billion plot points of Donna Tartt’s acclaimed 2013 novel. And, like skimming a colorless cheat sheet, I still have no clue what’s so great about it.

This film is narratively inert (we spend a lot of time listening to the same questions being asked over and over) and, like virtually all docs in its genre, less than vigorous in its pursuit of truth.

Minus its smirky twist ending, it’d make perfect material for New York’s new “That’s Abuse” domestic violence awareness campaign.

The long-gestating thriller The Woman in the Window, based on A.J. Finn’s novel, is here, and it sure is dusty.

If all terrorists were like these idiots, the US would have nothing to worry about.

There is no way you could make this movie stupider or more pointlessly noisy than it already is.

Exploitation curiosity.

Looks and feels like a bad imitation of "Trainspotting" without any of that film's wit or charm.

A totally ridiculous and incoherent sci-fi adventure.

Aggressively ugly and intergalactically boring, the dismal sci-fi kiddie cartoon Battle for Terra is too weak to be shown anywhere except maybe on the next flight to Saturn.

Most are exercises in sickening bad taste, with an emphasis on human bodily functions. The biggest stinkers? “T Is for Toilet” and “F Is for Fart.”

The Lorax is awful, like chronic disease.

Cisneros is an appealing actor, but he and Falling Awake get buried under a welter of clichés.

A real head-scratcher that somehow won the grand jury prize at this year's Sundance Film Festival.

This is a terminally whimsical vanity project that would probably have been a chore to sit through even in its original intended format, a 20-minute stage monologue.

This genre flat-lined a long time ago. Why won't it stay dead?