Director Roland Suso Richter maintains tension for 2 1/2 hours, even though the resolution is almost surreal.

The 3-D effects are among the most effective ever shot.

Make no mistake: Casuistry isn't easy to watch. Cat lovers might be especially turned off. But Asher had every right to make it, and you have every right to see it.

But at the risk of sounding ungrateful, Sydney Pollack's latest film should have been a lot better.

Say this for A Lot Like Love: It isn't one of those impossibly witty romantic comedies.

None of this is remotely funny.

It shows the hardship that women -- especially older women -- must endure in a male-dominated business.

The story is fascinating, infuriating and even laugh-out-loud funny at times.

By the time this corn festival is over, you'll be crying out for the relative toughness of the average Jimmy Stewart film.

An unassuming love comedy with plot problems.

Strictly generic, it does little more than regurgitate the J-horror hits "Ringu" and "Ju-on."

So bland that it fails to make an impression.

A goofy, low-budget, predictable and totally entertaining Z-grade splatter-comedy, which deserves a long life (or, should we say, undeath) on the college midnight-movie circuit.

Director-writer Jang Jun-hwan starts things off with a bang and never looks back, pushing up the excitement periodically.

Shoddily made, boring and, most shockingly, without a single decent scare.

That someone as smart as Duchovny would get bogged down in such predictable treacle is a mystery worthy of investigation by Scully and Mulder.

"Trainspotting" redux.

There are no end of tear-jerking moments in Perlasca, a well-made and heart-rending Italian "Schindler's List."

Slyly funny.

Not one of Hartley's most successful efforts, but it's witty, daring, different and a welcome alternative to Hollywood pap.

Solondz beats on abortion defenders, stomps on the pro-life crowd and finishes up by telling us there is no free will. If you want some easy laughs tonight you'd be better off curling up with some Kierkegaard.

You may call the film blingsploitation but its fun-loving hoodlums know who's fooling whom.

The feature debut by hot, young Singapore director Royston Tan, 15, is a descent into hell -- a hell inhabited by five scuzzy 15-year-old boys whose world, as one puts it, "only consists of darkness."

Then everything went wrong, thanks to Middle East politics -- as the moving documentary Raging Dove shows.

If the filmmakers had spent $14.98 of that $100 mil on a DVD of "The Mummy," they might have learned a few things: You need a head villain who is surpassingly evil, you need some jokes that get laughs - and a few sword-fighting skeletons wouldn't hurt.

Rarely have filmmakers had a more wildly improbable happy ending forced on them. Well, you need all the help you can get, divine or otherwise, when your two stars - Drew Barrymore and Jimmy Fallon - have no chemistry whatsoever.

Gut-Bustingly funny moves are pretty rare, so hustle over to Kung Fu Hustle, actor-director Ste phen Chow's exhilaratingly hilarious and affectionate send-up of Hong Kong action flicks.

May be predictable and silly, but it's never dull.