A witless and vulgar romantic comedy wrapped inside a mock documentary.

I still can't believe I Melt With You went there. Over the top, off the hook and just plain bonkers, it makes its mark.

Even if you overlooked the production values from a 1986 porno and special effects like something your nephew cooked up on his Mac, the movie's "Yay, money!" zingers are just a big bag of sad.

A sci-fi actioner with the production values of your average porno, Alien Outpost spews clichés like a machine gun set on maximum triteness.

Thoroughly inept in just about every aspect.

So unspeakably dull that it can’t even offend, save when the filmmakers have the almighty nerve to quote Alfred Hitchcock and Jonathan Demme. It would be far better to rip off a William Castle movie, and aim for a level they have a prayer of actually hitting.

The film is lousy with cartoonishly off-putting characters.

A feeble dramedy about a Baltimore beauty shop where someone should come in to sweep up the clichés.

Rambo: Last Blood features what’s easily the most violent movie scene of the year. It’s awesome.

It's loaded with -- scenery-chewing melodrama, cornball pidgin dialogue and syrupy music.

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

Succeeds completely at failure; the unified incompetence of its writing, directing and acting suggest a man who manages to be on fire and drowning at the same time, just as the bus runs him over.

This movie is so self- combustingly bad it could never be good. But it's damn great fun to watch the thing go up in flames anyway.

Hokey, inept tear-jerker.

Overall, this sci-fi/martial arts hybrid has the stale aura of a product assembled out of bits of other action movies.

Pretentious and trite.

A buddy comedy that reeks like stale underpants.

Sandler's latest ode to projectile vomiting, passing gas, gay jokes and physical insults to the groin is basically a feeble cross between "The Revenge of the Nerds" and "The Bad News Bears."

WARNING: Do not take your mom to Georgia Rule unless she's Roseanne Barr. You may expect a three-generational chick flick, but what you get is a child-rape comedy.

If you enjoy foulmouth dialogue mixed with sex, violence, bikes, badass bikers, boobs, babes, booze, brawling, broken noses and broken promises - then the Quentin Tarantino-produced Hell Ride should make you one happy guy.

Watching Robin Williams as a pastor giving premarital counseling to lovebirds John Krasinski and Mandy Moore in License to Wed is like having a laugh chastity belt cinched up tight around your funny bone.

Tasteless but sporadically uproarious black comedy.

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

For a noir, the film is way too talky and convoluted, yet for a physics lesson, it's trash.

When the legend of Elvis is reimagined as a mushy Christian heartwarmer in The Identical, it’s as if “Boogie Nights” is playing in the background while we hear about the life story of Edna, Dirk Diggler’s nice librarian cousin from Idaho.

Unoriginal but effective raunchy drag comedy.

James Franco, all is forgiven. His woebegotten “Oz: The Great and Powerful’’ is practically a masterpiece compared to this eyeball-gougingly ugly, charm-free animated musical sequel.

Consistently stale but not altogether unpleasant.