Another repulsive, fetishistic trawl through the life and crimes of a serial killer.

The movie lurches from one gross-out scene to another, flipping the bird at continuity and logic. It honestly seems as if Sandler and his team descended on a random suburb, halfheartedly improvising and moving on when they got bored.

A dismal rom-com for dudes that makes the average beer commercial look nuanced and plot-heavy.

When the villain is revealed, you are neither surprised nor scared. You just think, "That guy?"

A harmless celebration of idiocy that is the cinematic equivalent of an overeager, block-headed puppy chasing its tail.

After Fall, Winter would play better minus at least half an hour of flab.

A kill-a-minute gore-a-thon whose twist is so obvious your grandma Edna will see it coming, Kite never gets off the ground.

An icky S&M thriller.

Amply demonstrates how even a movie with wall-to-wall action can be a crashing bore.

It's so devoid of joy and energy it makes even "Jason X" - a recent attempt to prolong the rival "Friday the 13th" slasher franchise - look positively Shakesperean by comparison.

A crass, shrill and laughless disaster of a holiday comedy with a desperately mugging Ben Affleck that should be banned under the Geneva Convention.

A painfully sincere indie drama that isn't content to evoke only the misery of 9/11 -- it has to reference TWA Flight 800 for extra grief.

A perfectly enjoyable sci-fi thriller.

The dreary, direct-to-video quality of the script, acting and cinematography in this latest entry seemed to inspire more yawns than screams, and not a few titters.

Semicoherent.

A cut-rate ripoff of "Aeon Flux" with Milla Jovovich as a butt-kicking futuristic heroine in a midriff-baring bodysuit, is ultrastupid, ultra-incoherent, ultrasilly - and way, way ultraboring.

A skin-crawlingly unfunny riff on Woody Allen's "Bananas."

For one thing, it goes on too long. But it looks good, the cast is perky.

The problem with Gigli is that it is an inept attempt to do Elmore Leonard by Martin Brest, a filmmaker whose coarse sensibility makes him catastrophically unqualified to the task.

Not as bad as rumor would have it. It's worse.

Boring and desperately unfunny.

Even dumber than Perry's "Three to Tango," this latest sitcommy exercise is sporadically funny in spite of itself -- and not quite as dreadful as you would suspect.

John Travolta’s new film is a lot like “Misery” — just without the acclaim.

A pathetically unfunny comedy that should have been shipped straight to video, if not recycled as guitar picks.

If you mashed-up the worst parts of the infamous "Howard the Duck,'' "Gigli,'' "Ishtar'' and every other awful movie I've seen since I started reviewing professionally in 1981, it wouldn't begin to approach the sheer soul-sucking badness of the cringe-inducing Movie 43.

Fairly cringe-inducing, full of witless double-entendres and the requisite "gags" involving bodily fluids.

James Purefoy (“The Following”) makes a pretty decent bad guy. Olga Kurylenko (“The Water Diviner”) is passable as an action heroine. Neither of those facts makes Momentum any fun to sit through, crammed as it is with leaden dialogue and predictable plot turns.

Misconceived, bloated and incredibly ugly fantasy epic.