As in David Lean's "Brief Encounter," the suspense in Cairo Time comes from what doesn't happen between its pair of "lovers."

Offers a view of war that is anything but epic. Instead of sweeping battles and swooping fighter planes, in Lebanon we are brought into the impossibly claustrophobic world of a lone tank crew.

Callan McAuliffe, a handsome Australian youth, looks right as the perma-press Bryce.

Dinner for Schmucks goes up in flames. Amusingly, perhaps -- but creatively, too.

Parents in a masochistic mood can compound the headache-inducing experience by paying extra for the 3-D version.

The byplay between Efron and newcomer Tahan as his brother has a warmth and intimacy that establish the film's tone. The performances carry the film.

All in all, not good, but not bad.

The period details - the cars, the clothes, the old storefronts along Main Street - are attentively described. But it's Duvall, spooky, sly, and sad, who makes all the props and the plot twists seem real.

The overall tone of the film is sunny, with Ramona and Beezus resiliently turning life's lemons into lemonade.

Salt offers a sloppy concoction of story elements from '70s espionage classics - the sinister black ops of "Three Days of the Condor," the nuclear dread of "Fail-Safe," the political-assassination scenarios of "The Day of the Jackal."

Although the movie intends to incite viewers to social action, it is just as likely to paralyze them with fear.

Thanks to the evocative cinematography of Ed Lachman, it is bathed in a celestial light that cannot penetrate the existential darkness of its characters.

Davis does the most thorough job of capturing Basquiat, man, artist, and life force.

Stymied by a clunking script, crammed with expository exchanges and urgent blather.

The cast is full of fresh-faced unknowns ready for their close-ups. Most likely to succeed is Kayla Jackson, an almond-eyed dreamer, as Brittany, anchor of the Ovations and of her family.

On the whole, the movie is more Cheez Whiz than wizardly.

Short, sweet-and-sour, and amusing rather than funny, Despicable Me can't help but be likable.

A preposterous, if admittedly fun, exercise in sci-fi/horror mayhem.

Here are five gifted actors at the top of their games as five characters in search of what makes a family.

This is no-nonsense, let's-get-to-it business, and will probably be less satisfying, and less clear, to viewers unfamiliar with the source material.

Her (Angela Ismailos) generic questions about the politics, economics, and aesthetics of film yield predictably generic responses from her subjects.

Unfortunately, this all proceeds at a supersonic tempo, with Shyamalan's directorial finger stuck on the fast-forward button. Significant plot points whiz by in this movie equivalent of speed-dating.

The Twilight star's line-readings have become like Edward and his bloodsucking kin: They lack a pulse.

The film drifts along on a stream of humiliation jokes - physical, emotional, sexual, hairpiece-ial.

According to this courageous, you-are-there documentary, the platoon took enemy fire almost every day, perhaps the longest exposure to combat the U.S. has engaged in since World War II.

Diaz works that trademark mix of ditziness, sexiness, and brassiness.

Although Toy Story 3 plays with themes of aging and obsolescence, it's really a straight-ahead action pic, with the toys planning, and attempting, their escape and rescue missions. (Hey, it's The A-Team!)

A mercifully fleet and lamentably uninteresting adaptation of the DC Comic about a war-weary Confederate soldier.