I found “Cats” pretty bland, but it has its moments of catnip, and as a holiday movie option that anyone could see, it might be just the ticket.

So the movie's OK in spots, but it's mostly so familiar that even the young target audience may get that deja vu feeling.

A film with its heart in the right place. Unfortunately, its head is stuck so far in the clouds that it dissolves into preachy do- gooder mush.

It’s a taut erotic thriller with the obligatory plot twists and a surprise ending that isn’t all that much of a surprise because Careful What You Wish For is the kind of taut erotic thriller that comes with a surprise ending.

The result is eight times as strange and exponentially more potty-mouthed than the original series.

The whole thing runs about an hour too long: It should have been a TV show. The adventure's too big for the kids who would love it the most.

This lurid thriller comes to life in fits and starts, and then sinks into the bog of its own cleverness once again.

This is the kind of made-for-cable-level movie where a pedestrian script (by Richard D’Ovidio) with the usual horror cliches is elevated by strong acting, no-nonsense direction and a couple of neat twists.

The action is violent and improbable but not staged with particular pizazz.

A boxing movie that exists in that gray area between prototypical and typical, the quintessential and run-of-the-mill.

A cute and amusing little romance that has all the fiery impetuosity of an egg sandwich.

An overblown action monstrosity with no surprises, no exhilaration and no thrills.

Standard hack-and-giggle fare, with a few wisecracks mixed in with the gore.

A movie that seems to have been made by people who don’t understand the history, true nature or appeal of their iconic characters.

May be far from perfect, but the big question is why you're sitting in a movie theater watching it instead of cuddling up at home with the remote in one hand and a steaming toddy in the other.

It's a romantic comedy with insights into sex and relationships that are old and obvious.

The movie’s ridiculous.

This isn’t close to being a great movie. But if you don’t overthink it, there is some fun to be had in the grisly consequences.

Despite most everything else in the movie being predictable, Bray’s mystery is hard to guess.

Saint John of Las Vegas was a bad script that somehow got made into a bad movie with good people in it.

The film is fun and extreme, and though in the end rather pointless, there’s a certain audacity here — a delight in extremity — that’s appealing.

As plain awful as Untraceable is, possibly the worst thing about it is that it pretends to mean something.

Aspen Extreme is an extremely slow-moving story about romance, buddies and skiing in the famous Colorado town. With a pleasant cast of mostly unknowns, except for Finola Hughes (''General Hospital's'' Anna Devane), it almost saves itself with spectacular downhill action scenes. A big almost. [23 Jan 1993, p.C3]

Martin Lawrence finally gets to show what he can do as a screen comedian.

A disgrace to the talents of Robert De Niro and Eddie Murphy, but it's not enough just to say that. It's also a disgrace to the talents of Rene Russo and whoever drove the coffee truck to the set every day.

The race is on for worst film of the year honors. Among the top contenders: Men Cry Bullets.

Flimsy mockumentary.

This is just a slightly better than mediocre film with a disconcerting grasp of the truth.