I enjoy a cozy homage to Dickens - it beats another ripoff of "The Matrix" - but though the movie has a gentle spirit, neither the actors, whose performances are broad caricatures, nor Thompson bring any wit to it.

Offers a few laughs - and little sexual heat.

Albou's chosen a touchy subject, which she treats sensitively. Her mature script is complemented by heartfelt turns by Fanny Valette as Laura and Elsa Zylberstein as Mathilde.

Another ridiculous anti-American screed by the minimalist Danish director Lars von Trier, who has never set foot in this country.

A splendidly photographed IMAX 2-D film, takes us breathlessly through the process of designing Spirit and Opportunity, the two plucky Mars rovers that have been sending images 300 million miles since they hit the Red Planet in 2003.

This movie is a proudly esoteric piece of comedy jazz: Freewheeling and low-key at the same time, it'll thrill audiences that know the meaning of the word esoteric but bore others. For a small cult, it seems likely to get funnier the more times you see it.

Go for Zucker was a smash back home, where it was hailed as the first German comedy about Jews since World War II. But it will take more than that to make American audiences laugh.

It's a sly, low-key comedy in which he casts himself as a neurotic, self-absorbed curmudgeon.

This rehash of familiar pacifist arguments offers neither heat nor light. It's "Fahrenheit: Room Temperature."

A sincere but underwhelming dramatization of one of the biggest news stories of 1956.

Underworld Evolution has antecedents in literature ("Dracula"), film ("The Matrix") and song ("Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue"). How does it rip off so much, yet learn so little?

Promising new writer-director Mark Christopher is like "Dollhouse" director Todd Solondz's more cheerful little brother.

Enlightening.

Schwartz throws in so many characters and implausible subplots - none worth mentioning - that Perception sinks under its own weight.

Loads of fun, especially if you use the site yourself. But it plays too much like a paid ad.

Perry - who also produced, wrote and lensed - was able to talk Fujimori into letting her interview him on camera in Japan. He puts on a great show.

As Coach Haskins would say, it wins because it sticks to the fundamentals.

A thoroughly mediocre dramedy.

Tristan & Isolde makes sacking and pillaging about as exciting as the line at the post office.

Painfully sincere. But it wrings almost no laughs or tears from this seemingly idiot-proof premise.

Meet Peter Berlin - the man whose eccentric life style has earned him the title the Garbo of gay porn.

It's nice to see a love story that deals with mature people. We're not likely to get anything like it from Hollywood. So enjoy When the Sea Rises while you can.

The film looks like it cost 10 cents, but a lot of the jokes are gold. Hollywood, take notice of writer-director James Westby.

Arlyck spends more time following himself and his own lefty family than checking up on Sean.

Profound and majestic.

What kind of hellspawn might result if "Saw" bought a copy of "Let's Go: Europe" and went backpacking across Europe to have a one-night stand with Dracula? Something like Hostel.

A pathetic stoner comedy.

Sort of a poor man's "Rent" - minus the music and the AIDS - and much blander than the title would have you expect.