It boggles the mind that after six years of silence, all Tarantino has to offer is this garbage.

For Tim and Eric, what's funny is what's odd, ultra-cheap, pathetic or scurvy - and what's funniest of all is that some people just don't get it.

Filled with overly processed situations it tries to sell with manic energy, "Kranks" is canned, hammy and rolling as fast as it can.

Supposedly he's suffered, supposedly there are demons lurking within, but guess what: This is a movie. If we can't see it, it's not there.

Repressed desire! A sultry soap-opera star! Incest! Gay politics! "La Mujer de Mi Hermano" has it all. Now if it only had a decent plot.

What has gone wrong in director Matthew Vaughn’s process that he can offer up an awful mess like “Argylle” and just hope that nobody will notice? He must notice.

Hollywood hit-making at its efficient, formulaic worst.

There is little debauchery to be had in Laurence Dunmore's adaptation of The Libertine. In fact, hedonism has never looked so bleak.

Numbing.

It’s a poorly made film, with rough edits, distracting staging and plot contrivances that can be predicted to the moment.

You can get away with almost anything in a farce except failing to be funny, and that's what kills Death at a Funeral.

Doesn't accomplish its objective.

Director-co-writer Gary McKendry seems to know a thing or two about hard-fisted fight scenes, but he muddies up the visuals with obligatory spasms of shaky-cam.

Clocking in at two hours and 20 minutes, it seems intended to have been a crime epic in the vein of Michael Mann’s “Heat,” about two men of talent and spirit who happen to be on opposite sides of the law. And it’s sort of like that, if you can imagine a Michael Mann picture that has been set on fire and dropped from an airplane.

An unbroken flow of sad or nasty incidents.

It boasts only loose ties to the 1954 romance "Three Coins in the Fountain." And it's best not to even think of "Roman Holiday," the gold standard for hanging, and driving, and doing as Romans do. Rent that instead.

It’s awful. But it could be where movies are going — into a wasteland.

While it's beautifully shot, it's way too slow.

The film is morbid and mawkish, and packed with enough forced whimsy to make you scream.

This time the martial arts philosophy lesson rings hollow. [10 Feb 1990, p.C5]

It's forgettable matinee fodder.

Black Widow is what happens when movies abandon human values for the emotional deadness and emptiness of the superhero movie.

That Vampires Suck is a step above god-awful is something of a miracle.

The problems with Thanksgiving are many, starting with the awful script by Jeff Rendell. Not only is the story — concocted by Roth and Rendell — predictable, but there is not one clever line of dialogue in the whole 107-minute film. The cast and characters are bland.

The dreary teen drama Step Up appears to be cobbled together from bits and pieces of successful movies.

A desperate, pathetic mess.

An awkward and aggressively unfunny film.

Without a compelling - and convincingly compelled - character at its center, the details in this film lack an agonizing drop-by-drop tension. The various pieces fall apart like the shattered mirrors that figure in the crimes. [15 Aug 1986]