This is a pretty good action movie with the added kick of Liam Neeson in the lead role.

Best of the Best is the wrong title. Worst of the worst would be more like it for this movie. [Nov 13 1989, p.F4]

Save the price of admission to this dull retread and go have your hair done.

As a stand-alone vehicle, the sensual and atmospheric Innocence is interesting enough to hold your attention to the end credits. But when you consider the source material, the film's flaws become too great to ignore.

The fifth entry in the John Rambo series is called Rambo: Last Blood, and we can only hope that’s a promise.

This version is a well-meant but corny distillation -- a whole lot of bombast and phony exaltation in the name of entertaining enrichment.

Gutter romance meets metaphysical thriller.

Late in the picture, Sobieski has some line-readings that are so emotionally full, strange and truthful that really nothing more need be said.

It's called One, and the hemorrhaging begins with the so-called story, which doesn't quite add up to one.

It presents a mostly sympathetic portrait of Mildred Gillars, the American actress who made propaganda radio broadcasts for the Nazis during World War II. Not an impossible task, but a tough one that the best efforts of producer-star Meadow Williams and director Michael Polish couldn’t make persuasive.

It's a movie packed with so many idiot characters that Rob Schneider is cast as the cool guy -- and sort of pulls it off.

The film is intended to be light and whimsical, but with a core of sincere emotion. But it's as if the thing were made by Martian anthropologists who assume that human audiences are as twisted as the people onscreen.

A pile of junk.

There's bad, there's awful and there's horrible, and then somewhere beyond that, in its own Kingdom of Lousy -- where all the milk curdles and the jokes aren't funny -- is License to Wed, the latest ghastly exercise starring Robin Williams.

This plot leaves ample room for viewers to sweat the small stuff, like whether Trevor Nunn's score is more Marines ad or deodorant commercial.

A funny comedy for about 90 seconds. Then Bette Midler goes off a cliff.

Earnest and well-intentioned, The Identical is based on a "what if" that straddles the line between ingenious and loopy.

This comic gem is as delightful as it is derivative.

Jessica Tuck gives an emotionally raw performance as Morgan’s mother, and Amanda Plummer’s turn as a trailer park resident sheds more light on Jordan than all the other scenes combined.

All the brains, heart and courage in the world can't save a movie that doesn't have a third act.

The best bits come in the first few minutes -- or maybe the jokes just seem fresher then.

Billed as a comedy, it's draped over dreary gags and irritating manic overacting on the part of its co-star, British comic actor Rik Mayall. [24 May 1991, p.E7]

That's a few too many agendas for one film.

It's not a terrible movie, just a disappointingly pleasant one.

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.

At best this is a film for the under-7 crowd. But it would be better to wait for the video. And a very rainy day.

What we have is the case of a movie with a straight man (Jason Lee) who really is funny, but with a comic (Tom Green) who sadly isn't.

You'll feel so much better just sending your $9.50 to the Red Cross then catching "I Know What You Did Last Summer" one more time on television.