Actually more entertaining than its 1994 predecessor.

Garfield is a downright cat-astrophe.

The people who are inflicting this movie on us intend it as some sort of inspirational epic. But the only thing it will motivate viewers to do is get out of the theater.

A few magic rocks and tepid battle scenes do little to inspire interest in the goings-on as Malcolm McDowell and Eric Idle spout villainy and punch lines, respectively.

Mortdecai is mortdifying, a mortdal sin of a movie that’s headed for the cinematic mortduary.

The whole endeavor seems like a bad idea badly executed, and one can only imagine that Simone, a fierce advocate of black pride and empowerment, would be aghast at this cheesy rendition of the later years of her life.

The son of Muppets creator Jim Henson has delivered a cliché-ridden, laughless bore that wastes lead actress Melissa McCarthy’s prodigious comic talents and beats well-trod territory with a mallet.

Exploitation pure and simple. But it's artistically redeeming exploitation. If you can handle it, see it.

A vulgar, grating alleged "family" comedy.

The transformation of the girls from winsome wisecrackers into whiny bling-obsessed chuckleheads is complete.

As for Grant, who hasn't been this sharp since "Love Actually" six years ago, he is once again the prime minister of cute comedy.

A movie so pathetically lame that hopefully even Spears most ardent young fans will give this stinker a big thumbs down.

You could do far worse in the current marketplace.

Might have been more successful if Darabont and his pal had attempted a Preston Sturges-like farce. Instead, it's played totally without any kind of edge - a fantasy that makes "The Lord of the Rings" look realistic by comparison.

Catwoman is pretty well summed up by Hedare: “This is a disaster. It’s a total bloody disaster.”

Sappy and simplistic.

They go on a biker trip from Cincinnati to the West Coast because they are tired of being bored and would prefer to bore us instead.

Bay swipes elements from other popular movies and TV shows, such as “The Da Vinci Code,” “Star Wars: The Force Awakens” and “Game of Thrones.” This director’s motto? Throw everything at the wall and then blow that wall sky-high!

Watchable in a train-wreck kind of way, but you'll probably want to take a shower afterwards.

The makers of The Spy Next Door should give 50 percent of their profits to James Cameron for ripping off "True Lies." Let's see, what's 50 percent of nothing?

A schmaltz-laden soap opera from Saskatchewan.

There's no limit to Coyote Ugly's crass shamelessness.

A total disaster.

Ineptly directed by Simon West, the scare-free When a Stranger Calls is the worst of the seminal horror movies from the late '70s and early '80s that have been getting the remake treatment lately.

One of those movies that comes "straight from the heart" - the heart of the hack screenwriter's manual that pushes formulaic structure to cover up a lack of compelling characters, genuine emotion or actual humor.

I was held in suspense throughout The Fog, aching to learn the answer to its central riddle: Why would any one remake such a crummy movie?

A comedy that locks up Will Arnett's talent and throws away the key.

This witless action comedy begins to insult the audience's intelligence from the opening scene.