HUGELY tedious and mostly incomprehensible.

As we learn, delightfully so, in Jeffrey Fox Jacobs' documentary A Sidewalk Astronomer, the Peking-born Dobson promotes the building and use of small, inexpensive telescopes to study the wonders of the sky.

Starts off bad, then tapers off.

Even when deadly silent, though, as he is through most of the film, Duris is brutally eloquent.

A campy, low-budget Romero homage that's badly in need of editing.

Jia's message is that globalization has failed to help the Chinese masses. We hear you, dude, but did you really need 143 minutes to get your point across?

Puts a face on the clerical sex scandals rocking the Roman Catholic Church.

Now that this technically impressive - but seriously flawed and self-referential - remake is finally in theaters to swell the July 4 weekend box office, conversation will doubtless shift to the lamest ending yet to a Steven Spielberg movie.

If you enjoy intelligent, challenging filmmaking, Tropical Malady is for you.

Unintentionally funny is still funny, and the documentary A Decent Factory, had me giggling.

The street action is a grabber, but the story itself isn't.

Un-magical, unfunny and un-romantic alleged comedy.

Brains! Brains! Why can't they make a zombie movie with brains? This is one. Romero has given us, as well as the zombies, a lot to chew on.

If the director had more gospel and less blues in him, it might have brought him closer to really understanding these talents. Still, I can't wait for "Rize 2: Electric Boogaloo."

The more serious Potter gets (there are several earnest soliloquies about dirt), the harder it is not to laugh.

Jeff Goldblum is a hoot as Hatosy's pot-smoking shrink, who also happens to be his mom's boyfriend, but Dallas 362 is basically a road movie that doesn't really go anywhere.

A remarkable, eye-popping nature documentary.

Strings together 60 amateurish short films to tell us drugs are cool, man.

Lebanon-born director Ziad Doueiri, a camera operator on Quentin Tarantino's films, has a dreamy, fluid style he decorates with light electronic sounds -- from bands like Air -- that give this film more than a touch of youthful poetry.

Highly entertaining.

Though Lohan doesn't embarrass herself in a film in which she appears in virtually every frame, this tepid tribute to girl power hardly represents a step forward from Lohan's breakthrough roles in "Mean Girls" and the remake of Disney's "Freaky Friday.

Weisberg is nonjudgmental, allowing his subjects to deliver the message that, for far too many people, the American dream is more of a nightmare.

A flat, would-be thriller pausing briefly on its journey to video stores.

Most of this movie is beyond lame. It almost makes "A Cinderella Story" -- the ever-mugging Duff's surprise hit of last summer -- look like a real movie by comparison.

Nicely acted and stylishly photographed.

Working in Terribly Serious mode, rookie director Chris Terrio proves as pompous as filmmakers three times his age.

Me and You takes a couple of neat swipes at the pretentiousness of the art scene, but as a commentary on the difficulty of connecting in contemporary society, it's too precious by half.

Far from earthshaking, but it's fun while it lasts.