This may be the most politically confusing movie about that conflict since "For Whom the Bell Tolls" -- I couldn't for the life of me figure out where Escriva stood.

Toggling between the tonalities of "Donnie Darko," "Ghost World" and the collected works of David Lynch, the blackly witty Daydream Nation takes its title from a Sonic Youth album.

Suspenseful though it is, the movie is quiet to the point of being sleepy, and Worthington is simply not working out as a screen star.

It's the snobs against the slobs at a Martha's Vine yard wedding in Jumping the Broom. Mostly, it's a tie: Both sides are equally irritating.

Japan's Takashi Miike has the formula down pat, but Eisener has no idea how to give violence a touch of class.

This bizarre little movie is all over the place as drama - but genuinely compelling as a one-of-a-kind piece of public self-flagellation.

It's a testament to Goodwin's skill as an actress that we almost buy this.

There's plenty of smash, thunder and brawl for the kids. But in taking a bit of Hulk and a bit of Superman while re-imagining Excalibur as a hammer, Thor amounts to putting new horns on old ideas. And the screenplay sounds like the lyrics of Spinal Tap.

Interesting but never compelling.

This mild drama plays out like one of those dull message movies that TV networks used to crank out almost weekly, but the earnestness is at times almost appealingly old-fashioned.

The movie has the feel of a weary business trip.

An entertaining, well-made plea for tolerance told from the point of view of a 12-year-old.

Earthwork is best left to TV.

Heisenberg's thriller ends with a chase across highways and through woods that will give viewers adrenaline highs of their own.

A must-see for Miike's passionate legion of fans. But even action buffs who've never seen any of his films before will be drawn in by this masterful exercise in cinematic butchery.

Parents should take their children to Hoodwinked Too! Hood Vs. Evil, if only because kids are never too young to learn the important and liberating skill of walking out of a movie and demanding a refund.

As much a study of prehistoric art as archaeology, this documentary brings in experts to speculate about the mysterious artists who made these paintings, some quite elaborate and others intriguingly abstract.

So strenuously inoffensive it makes Disney's "High School Musical" look almost racy by comparison.

If you're wondering why this movie must stretch past two hours, it's because it takes that long to read every item in the cliché dictionary.

James Rasin's documentary is surprisingly the first to focus on one of Warhol's biggest attractions, the attractive male-to-female transsexual Candy Darling, best known for inspiring Lou Reed's song "A Walk on the Wild Side."

Too bad it lacks a substantial story to go along with the kick-ass combat scenes.

With Japan facing a new nuclear crisis, this beautifully composed and acted heart-wrencher -- couldn't be more timely.

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

Seldom does The Bang Bang Club show much interest in the big picture of South Africa. When moral issues do come to the forefront, the big worry seems to be not questionable behavior but bad publicity.

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

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.

A kind name for this attitude is false moral equivalence, or perhaps post-imperial cringe. A less kind one is Western self-hatred, or an urgent plea to tolerate the intolerant.

Unpretentious, TV-style documentary.