Keeps you hanging on every twist and turn of its wilder-than-fiction plot.

A movie of arresting pieces that don't harmonize into a satisfying whole.

This powerful, lyrical meditation on Arenas's life achieves a kind of hallucinatory urgency as it leaps and twists through his life.

It’s sad to see such stunning work self-destruct. You walk out haunted by the movie that might have been.

What charm, quirkiness and warmth the movie possesses is due largely to them (Cage and Leoni).

Has its heart in the right place, but its funnybone is out of joint.

Pollock can be clunky and TV-movie-ish. Still, Harris gives a fiery, convincing performance.

This is a fleet, funny family entertainment that should tickle parents as well as tykes.

Chocolat is a seriocomic plea for tolerance, gift-wrapped in the baby blue colors of a fairy tale and served up with a sybaritic smile.

There is one reason, and only one, for anyone to check out Vertical Limit. The hanging-by-a-fingernail mountain-climbing sequences are spectacular.

This slick, handsomely produced thriller only gets the pulse half racing.

At once elegant and sublimely silly, contemplative and gung-ho, balletic and bubble-gum, a rousing action film and an epic love story, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is one bursting-at-the-seams holiday gift, beautifully wrapped by the ever-surprising Ang Lee.

Ultimately, Quills descends into overwrought melodrama. But at its bright and bawdy best, it bubbles with subversive wit.

This time out, Shyamalan the writer lets Shyamalan the director down badly.

Few films have explored the complicated bonds of love and resentment between brother and sister with such delightful honesty.

If you harbor any fond feelings for the original, stay far away from this mess.

If this is what Hollywood considers serious, important filmmaking, maybe the movie industry should stick to the low road.

This delightful film, with its surprising depth charges of emotion, has the feel of a movie that's going to lodge itself in the public's affections for a long time to come.

Silly as it is, The Contende has a lurid zest that keeps you hooked, and a rambunctiously good cast.

One of the year's best: a rich, funny, enormously humane portrait of a middle-class Taipei family in the throes of romantic, economic and spiritual upheaval.

Director Jay Roach ("Austin Powers") has a keen sense of comic timing, and the script keeps finding clever new ways to mortify our poor hero.

It's as smart, quiveringly alert and fleet of foot as a purebred pointer on the scent of fresh game.

Bjork gives what may be the most wrenching performance ever given by someone who has no interest in being an actor.

Though acid is dropped, groupies are bartered like poker chips and rock-star egos flare like fireworks, what comes through is the relative innocence of that era.

There are inspired moments in this edgy, unstable comedy.

The movie itself, like these guys, is defiantly old school -- confident, relaxed, professional.

What was a ragged but often hilarious charmer has been genetically altered into a deafening and desperate mutant.

A disappointingly slack, hackneyed comedy.