Before dismissing Zhou Yu's Train as the over-conceived, over-edited, under-written perfume ad that it is, the following must be said: It's great to see Gong Li onscreen again.

By turns absorbing, unsettling and, for lack of a better word, icky.

Their collective timing is so off that the dead space around their endless bits is like that more commonly experienced during a job interview gone wrong.

Forgettable teen piffle.

The politics of the story come to life through the vivid characterizations of a uniformly excellent cast.

The miracle of Some Kind of Monster is Berlinger and Sinofsky's ability to make us root for these self-absorbed man-children.

A more sober, less in-your-face documentary than Peralta's great skateboarding flick.

An action film without a completely empty head, and these days, that's as rare as Excalibur itself.

Hawke is not a brilliant actor, but here he rises to the occasion: Every inch of him registers the weight of this moment.

Surprisingly dreary kidnapping drama.

Spider-Man 2 succeeds in pretty much the same way "Superman II" did -- only more so.

Hs a single goal: to prod your tear ducts to open up. It is very, very good at this task. Whether The Notebook is good in any other respect is a bit more complicated.

Charming, Kiplingesque fable.

Clumsily animated feature; probably better as a video game than as a movie.

Worthless, tasteless and unfunny.

A savagely partisan indictment of George W. Bush's presidency.

If you hold a perverse soft spot in your heart for straight-to-video underdog junk like "Ski School," you're going to love Dodgeball.

Hanks is remarkable in one of the minor films in smarm-meister Spielberg's oeuvre.

Some lovely photography and even Mezzogiorno's hot-blooded performance fail to keep Facing Windows from feeling fractured.

Dumb, enjoyable kids fare; Jackie Chan's fanny-kicking world tour is a textbook example of how a movie can be "fun" without, strictly speaking, being "good."

Amazing-looking sequel to cult fave "Pitch Black"; unfortunately, the film's wrecked by a surprisingly weak, goofy script.

So god-awful it falls into the category of needing to be seen to be believed. A purported satire of the 1975 camp horror classic, it succeeds in failing on almost every level, including knowing what it's actually satirizing.

In short, it's an almost flawlessly innocuous entertainment for kids.

A cult classic-in-the-making.

It's the sort of history you could nibble on for hours.

Much has been made about the fact that the world's most popular fictional children are growing up and straight into that horror-filled no man's land of the human life span, puberty.

Mostly this film is a glorious ode to the culture and family bonds that override all else, and to the expressiveness of both the human and animal actors.

Delivers the expected thrills and groans.