Of mild interest as a curiosity, but not as entertainment.

A mediocre college comedy that blends bits of "Revenge of the Nerds," "Mean Girls" and "Legally Blonde" and doesn't have much to show for it.

The early scenes are amusing and true to life.

Requires us to repress any thoughts about stale material and keep Caine's heartfelt performance front and center.

Has some laughs - more than a few thanks to Michael Douglas as a dead swinger (the movie's Jacob Marley) - and some moments of tenderness, too.

It’s colorful and imaginative, but other than Lu, the characters don’t have much depth. Emotional, that is, not oceanographic.

Sabotage cannot be called a good movie, not with a straight face. But as an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie, it has something.

Most of this huge-cast extravaganza is a botched farce. When that doesn't work, it turns sentimental. The presence of liked and familiar actors helps make it watchable, but there is no disguising that this is a weak, badly constructed comedy. At least it's short.

There are times when watching this film is like a near-death experience.

Die My Love is not plot-driven, with events that don’t necessarily follow one another in cause and effect. Rather, it’s a slow-burn psychological drama populated by imperfect people struggling with painful realities. Instead of a dramatic arc, it’s a dramatic decline.

Keeps sinking into its own grimness.

Talky, emphatically unsteamy psychological drama.

My Salinger Year, which is basically The Devil Wears Prada set in the literary world, is a film that feels like it’s ready to take off at any moment, but stalls every time it tries to do anything.

For a little while, comedy ensues.

A tonally confused, fitfully entertaining film about a pathologically two-faced man.

Lacks even mild drama.

No classic, but neither was the original starring Burt Reynolds. Instead, it's an odd mix of amusing nonsense and nastiness that chugs along, hit and miss, until the last section, which is the best part of the movie and its real reason for being: the game.

It's not always clear what this film is driving at, but Shiota makes the weirdness visually arresting.

It’s a busy film, so it holds your attention that way. But it’s busy checking off all of the crooks and crooked cops cliches it can, leaving the project little time to experiment with much that’s new. Or worthwhile.

The filmmaking is unremarkable, but the obsessiveness of the lead character is infectious enough to make this drama passable entertainment.

The spectacular scenery and compelling message counterbalance the somewhat plodding pace and wooden performances.

By the end, it reveals itself as too pat, too absurd and -- as a polemic against capital punishment -- philosophically self- defeating.

A junior version of "Fight Club," only with no movie stars and different moves.

It’s Miller, however, who gives the most affecting performance, in that we see the light fade from her eyes. What an awful thing this husband did to her — to praise her for courage and then use all her courage against her.

Feels like an extended skit stretched and stretched, maybe not to the breaking point, but to the sagging point.

The semiserious comedy by director Sven Pape is in its own category, and unfortunately it's not always an interesting one.

This is an unabashedly pro-democracy message movie. Judged strictly as drama, it's pretty routine.

Despite bursts of hilarity and an A-list cast, this is a dark, difficult, weirdly existential film - like some seriocomic spin on "I and Thou."