Some wonderful films have come out of Iran in the past few years, but A Moment of Innocence, by highly regarded director Mohsen Makhmalbaf, is too smug and too self-indulgent to count as one of them.

Strictly a kids' movie, but parents may be relieved to sit back and enjoy the fact that for two full hours, they won't have to hear the kids asking them to buy any more Pokemon trading cards.

So unremittingly vulgar and inept it makes "The Best Man" and "Runaway Bride" look like masterpieces by comparison.

Isn't particularly funny, romantic or well-acted. It drags on endlessly.

Something most have gotten lost in the translation.

Bleak, demanding stuff, and its hand-held documentary-style photography is harder on the stomach than "The Blair Witch Project."

Entertaining but terminally dopey.

A misguided exercise - a crude merger of "Fiddler on the Roof" and "Schindler's List" that somehow reminds you of "Hogan's Heroes."

A rare and welcome reminder of how original, provocative and moving a low-budget independent film can be.

A beautifully shot, well-acted movie that manages to make a complicated, real-life story without much drama feel like a thriller.

German director Werner Herzog's fascinating, fond and often bitchy documentary recalling the late star of his most celebrated movies.

Frequently hilarious, if overlong.

Grows tiresome rather quickly.

This one is often more interesting than involving.

Occasionally amusing, extremely gross, but mostly tedious.

Beautifully shot and often moving.

A campy docu-drama about the secretly gay world of 1950's muscle magazines.

Good-natured but mostly unfunny.

Watching Meryl Streep act can be an exhausting experience - and never more so than during Music of the Heart.

The movie isn't bad, only scattered and incomplete.

Slow-moving, yawn-inducing remake.

A visually stunning film.

Being John Malkovich, which contains not a frame of extraneous footage, is more than a must-see movie: It's a must-see-more-than-once event.

A cute, often very funny romantic comedy and an effective vehicle for Matthew Perry.

An ultra-stylized, empty mess.

Risks trivializing history and pandering to feminist fantasies, but it may be the year's most fearless movie.

A lobotomized attempt to make a no-budget John Waters movie, Men Cry Bullets is a painful reminder of just how bad indie cinema can be - especially when it plays with gender roles. It's desperately unfunny and dreadfully acted, written and directed.

The performances by the attractive ensemble cast are uniformly solid.