The story is ingeniously intricate but never gimmicky or implausible. As it develops, the suspense grows about what direction the story could possibly take next.

The director manages to maintain a steady streak of grim humor. Extreme repression can be bleakly funny in its idiocy, when viewed from a distance.

Lost in this beguiling labyrinth, Vanilla Sky is more fascinating as a bit of evidence than as a movie -- and ultimately less pleasing than most audiences will want.

May be the most boring film about forbidden love ever made. Unspectacularly shot on video, terribly scripted, with zombie-like acting that borders on the absurd.

The film is filled with fascinating, static set-ups, beautiful but never fussy or artificial.

Almost more valuable as a piece of foreign policy than as the highly accomplished work of cinema it is.

It's not deep for a second -- indeed, it repels depth deliberately as if allergic to it -- but it's as swell a swell time as grown-ups could want at the movies.

Intriguingly puts two distinct, strong women together as if to pose the question, just what is a strong woman? By the film's end, that question is tough to answer.

Although at times ridiculous, Behind Enemy Lines nevertheless thrills, inspires.

Demanding, harrowing and very, very real. You won't shake its impact easily.

Though the acting in "Sidewalks" is uniformly fine, particularly among the female cast, it's hard to glimpse any meaningful vision, sly insights or cinematic flair.

There's more to this movie. Like Pitt at his best, it's pretty, gritty, engrossing and fun.

It's fitting that Black Knight, the new time-travel movie with Martin Lawrence, should arrive at the start of the Christmas season, because the season gives us the perfect word to describe it: humbug.

Among the things made vividly clear here is that Jeremy cannot act.

The film is weighed down by the decision of director David Atkins to throw too much into the mix. The result is a serious problem of consistency.

In their hands [Terry Gilliam or Tim Burton or even Steven Spielberg], Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone might have made as terrific a movie as it is a book. When Columbus got the job, however, it was guaranteed only to be a commercial success.

Unafraid of walking the fine line between the repellent and the human, Shallow Hal is wickedly funny but heartfelt.

It's a good movie, mind you, with great bits in it, but it still falls short of rapture.

A big-hearted French movie that shines with wit, beauty, humor, sunshine and the love of love.

The best thing about the film is the acting of the guys.

Few movies feel quite so perfunctory or needless or pointless as this one.

It's an entirely conceived work of art, dark and hopeless and maybe even callous, but glittering and wonderful in its determination and in its craft.

Just pass on K-PAX.

'N Sync is bouncy, harmless fun. And so is this stupid movie.

Fortunately, Winkler has a good cast.

The film seems to resonate even for people who aren't Jewish or gay, as there are so many people touched by homosexuality and religion.

A tug-of-war between a bracing vision of a truly infernal crime spree -- complete with engaging whodunit storytelling -- and a sometimes clumsy period drama.

Miscast, clumsily staged and ideologically wobbly.