If the only measure of Fur's achievement was in how well it conjures the fairy-tale mood of Arbus' most memorable photos, then it is a modest success. But as a chronicle of the turning point in an artist's creative life, it falls flat on its viewfinder.

Elevated beyond its cutesy contrivances and mawkishness by some extraordinarily good performances.

Hackman's in it a lot, and he is, as almost always, great fun.

In its long, punishing final act, Red 2 goes beyond its mandate as a lark to pose as a true action caper.

An enjoyable (but long) romcom that's like "Meet the Parents" on LSD, laced with rat poison.

Never mind the cool, convincing effects (and they are cool), The Day After Tomorrow teems with illogical action, improbable coincidences. It's pure escapist fare, a popcorn gobbler.

Israeli director Noam Murro does an excellent job of managing and expanding the franchise established so vividly by Zach Snyder.

Strange and gloomy.

A feeling man's buddy story that's user-friendly to men and women alike.

Has a breezy, Altmanesque air, as it tracks the mini-dramas of its crisscrossing characters.

Well-intentioned if cloying, Miracles from Heaven has an appealing cast and an accessible take on spirituality.

Hidalgo is the first Middle East western.

If the words "Gentlemen, start your engines" set your heart pounding, this is the Imax experience for you.

A slick comedy that's more fun than it has any right to be.

As one unfamiliar with the novel, I found it hard to tease out its meaning from this handsomely mounted, well-acted, aggressively elliptical adaptation.

A yawning affair that would be a perfectly fine video rental but doesn't really require the big screen.

Part of the problem lies with the venue. When it comes to standup, bigger is not better. One-man shows work better in smaller spaces. In his bid to proclaim his giant stature as an entertainer, Hart loses himself.

Baked and half-baked, Tenacious D does manage to give the term potty humor a new meaning. That's some kind of genius, right?

TMNT has a cool, noirish sheen. There's an attention to detail in the visuals and sound design that pushes it up several notches above most kiddie fare. It's not art, dude, but it will do.

The film is just middling. A clever line here and there, a debonair Dempsey wink, a cute Monaghan nod, and another Bill and Monica reference to tie things all together.

Has the incoherent look of a movie thrown together by a committee whose members weren't on the same page.

Steeped in attitude - a smart-alecky, insider sarcasm that can be pretty clever at times, but also pretty insufferable.

Defiantly different, a movie that carefully checks the pulse of its characters rather than trying to get the blood rushing.

Beautiful Creatures tries terribly hard to establish its own mythology of magic and witchcraft and Southern-fried adolescent angst. This isn't Hogwarts, though, and it's not even Forks High from Twilight, but boy, you know Warner Bros., the studio behind Beautiful Creatures, wants it to be!

A stalwart military inspirational.

An international caper with James Bond and Tom Clancy overtones - and Austin Powers undertones, too.

Except for a handful of scenes, Hancock's film isn't good enough to be memorable. Neither is it bad enough to be entirely forgettable. It's just one of those compromised movies that makes one look forward to the director's cut.

It is at its best when examining alternative sources of energy and how their development has consistently been thwarted by the energy industry.