Despite all of the hideous critters Hellboy encounters, there is a hint that things are considerably weirder elsewhere.

The most entertaining 3-D movie I've ever seen.

Murphy has fallen back into the comfortable rut of sloppy family comedies that are low on laughs and high on toilet jokes.

The 66-year-old African-American, the subject of the inspiring documentary A Man Named Pearl, doesn't have scissors where his hands should be, but he turns trees and bushes into topiary sculptures every bit as amazing as the ones Johnny Depp's character crafts in the Tim Burton film.

A lesson in the perils of trying to cram a hefty Canadian novel that spans decades into a movie running just under two hours.

As usual, Hartnett exhibits the acting ability of linoleum; his performance would not be measurably changed if he lapsed into a coma halfway through. Only an amusing cameo by David Bowie enlivens things, but he's onscreen for just about two minutes at the end.

Has little to offer beyond titillation and pretty landscapes.

A slow ride to nowhere.

A genuine oddity that's more watchable than it sounds.

The ingredients are there for a cute con game, but instead the movie turns out to be a mushy melodrama.

It is up to each viewer to decide if the Mojave project is a stroke of genius or a very expensive boondoggle.

It may be impossible to make an uninteresting documentary about Hunter S. Thompson, but is it unfair to ask Gonzo for more Hunter and less Jimmy Carter?

The smart indie comedy Diminished Capacity deals with three kinds of dementia: those relating to aging, concussions and being a Chicago Cubs fan. Tying those three things together is a task that the witty script does with surprising adroitness.

Strange and quirky.

Nostalgic for those bad old days, The Wackness was shot at a time when it actually looked like "America's Mayor" was going to be in a position to perform a similar cleanup on the entire country. That, of course, turned out to be a pipe dream.

This movie fails so spectacularly - and on so many levels - that it's like watching a train plummet off a bridge.

The story becomes so convoluted and contrived that much of the tension dissipates.

Much of Finding Amanda doesn't stand up to close scrutiny, but at its best the still-boyish Broderick suggests his most famous character, Ferris Bueller, going through a midlife crisis.

A charming, hilarious robot love story aimed at the entire family.

Wanted is like a 12-armed heavy-metal drummer after a case of Red Bull, flailing and thundering through two hours of impossible action.

A disarming Spanish dramedy of late-life love, speaks a universal language.

The film is well shot and edited, backed with a bouncy hip-hop soundtrack and full of pep.

Beautifully composed, The Last Mistress, Breillat's 11th film, deals with the theme she has put forth in such previous work as "Romance" and "Fat Girl": how women deal with sexual desire.

Nothing happens that hasn't been done better in other films, among them Thomas Vinterberg's excellent 1998 "The Celebration."

The misleading documentary Trumbo paints a golden nimbus of holiness around the onetime highest-paid screenwriter in Hollywood, Dalton Trumbo, an on-the-record hater of democracy, defender of authoritarian rule and avowed Communist.

Nicely photographed and has impressive sets; too bad there's so little going on that it seems long even at 78 minutes.

Max's even more fabled shoe phone also makes an appearance - and, fortunately for Get Smart, the self-deprecating Carell isn't shoe-phoning in his inspired performance.

The Love Guru is even funnier than "Wayne's World" or "Austin Powers." Not.