Cox brilliantly underplays Avery, Sizemore is perfect as the arrogant dad, and the three boys (Noel Fisher, Kyle Gallner and Shiloh Fernandez) are right on pitch. Red the dog's pretty wonderful, too.

An unsatisfying biopic.

Good-natured, lightweight fun, although clichéd and more suited to DVD and cable than the big screen.

Frequently hilarious, occasionally sweet and often graphically violent, Pineapple Express may not be the greatest stoner movie ever made, but it will do perfectly well until we get another hit of Harold and Kumar.

Beautifully shot by Michael J. Ozier, the dominating taste in Bottle Shock is Rickman's beautiful performance as a snob - a snob who is secretly open to being delightfully surprised.

This isn't a performance film, and it is far from a definitive portrait of the androgynous performer.

Demonstrates that not only is sisterhood powerful, it can be awfully entertaining.

When I go to a Mummy movie, I don't want ninjas and yetis and men turned to stone. I want embalmed corpses and hieroglyphics. I want pharaoh. I want pyramids and sphinxes and Ace bandages. Did "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" take place on the Nile?

Brain-dead political satire/tear-jerker.

On the plus side is a good cast, including Eddie Marsan and Helena Bonham Carter as Bernie's hapless parents and Stephen Rea as a sympathetic doctor.

Takes a bit of "Swingers" and a bit of "Manhattan" to create a slacktacular vision of uncertain youth in today's L.A.

Gerren's story is fascinating, but Roberts dilutes it by going off on tangents about unsafe cosmetics and phony plastic surgeons. Both topics need exploring - just not here. There's more than enough drama in Gerren's life.

There is no shortage of indie movies about economically challenged women. This one is different, in that the women actually do something besides just talk about it.

Atmospheric and moves briskly, but it's basically TV writ large.

There is too much funny here for a movie (even though it continues into the closing credits). Step Brothers should be a TV show.

The poster art for Nanette Burstein's American Teen, which follows five students through their senior year at a high school in Indiana, is modeled after the one for "The Breakfast Club." So, to a large extent, is this ultra-slick and predictable documentary.

The actors are engaging enough that you only occasionally remember that there really isn't much going on. Then, unfortunately for the audience, something does actually happen.

As familiar as the costumes and decoration are, the conflicts are unsettlingly vivid and strange.

If Young ever converses with the gentlemen from al Qaeda, I expect his comments to be along the lines of "Please don't cut my head off."

Engrossing and exhilarating documentary.

There is also a fair amount of boy-on-boy sex, which would be the main reason for seeing No Regret, no matter what your sexual orientation might be.

Moves in a predictable path that includes some remarkable coincidences.

The highest praise I can give a superhero movie is that it makes me forget about its 10-cent-comic-book soul.

An exuberant if not always brilliantly crafted adaptation of the campy ABBA musical.

I went in expecting to be disappointed, but even so, I was disappointed.

A good cast and disciplined direction add some distinction to Ric Roman Waugh's Felon, which is basically the old tale about an innocent man corrupted by a stay in prison.

Your enjoyment will hinge entirely on whether you think the album is a masterpiece or a bore.

Doesn't always make sense, and you cannot always tell what is real and what is imaginary, but viewers will be having too much zonked-out fun to care.