The clothes are worth it; nothing else is.

For those unschooled in Latin jazz, though, it might be best to just pick up the CD.

It's a film with a silly story, and it's been dubbed laughably into English. Yet it's a transporting bit of fluff, full of zest, miraculous physicality and cheeky humor.

A work of incompleteness, might-have-beens and moral subtleties befitting a filmmaker named Gray.

Feels more TV movie-of-the-week than Oscar contender.

Bad comedy.

An exquisite, ecstatic film, crude in its characterizations and plotting, yes, but extraordinary in its capacity for elation and its hard-earned sentimentality.

It's merely a by-the-numbers coming-of-age film

Fails to be resonant and, more important, scary.

A sense of claustrophobia emerges, increases and colonizes the film.

A spare, internally emotional movie like One requires something called screen presence. Its two leads have it.

An assured and gripping political drama filled with remarkable performances and razor-sharp writing and editing.

If the film doesn't touch the original, it doesn't hit rock bottom, either.

A tender and affirmative movie, if never a transporting one.

A funny and sometimes substantial movie that in real life would never have a happy ending.

Burstyn is astonishing, forsaking all vanity to make silly biddy Sara a fully dimensioned human being.

Rodriguez, who never acted before auditioning for the director, is utterly convincing, fluid and determined and jaded and wild like any teen-ager, but with a bracing spirit and a shocking store of ferocity.

This little serio-comedy contains absolutely nothing that warrants big-screen release. It's lit like TV, acted like TV and staged like TV.

An unforgettable movie with a message that is likely to add wrinkles to your conception of what it means to be a good steward of the Earth.

You will be surprised by the film's poignancy when the winner is announced. You may even get choked up. You will care that much.

Awfully sloppy entertainment, built on a script with only a glancing acquaintance with logic, filled with uneven performances and staged with a near-amateur touch for comedy.

Ought to win a prize for sheer audacity.

When it all comes to a head, what seems ordinary blossoms into something deeply complex and emotional.

Plods and frustrates, but forgivably, it is a deeply felt picture.

A genial and watchable film.

A film in which barbs of wit, anger and grief continually prick at you.

To be fair, there are moments when the film seems better than, finally, it is.

Perhaps the most disturbing fact in the film comes in the text at the end: Paragraph 175 remained on the books in both halves of postwar Germany until the late 1960s.