An unblushing sex farce often so raw it might make even fairly open-minded people feel a bit uncomfortable.

The movie can barely muster the bravery to be even "Dude, Where's My Car" stoopid.

Anyone wondering what 1960s TV show Ironside would have been like if Raymond Burr had been a dirty cop gets their answer courtesy of Morgan Freeman in the dreadful new thriller Vanquish.

Pokemon is over.

Props to the Weinstein Brothers for having the guts to release a slasher film on Christmas Day. Too bad this one is the cinematic equivalent of tryptophan.

Innocuous and dull.

Not only less than horrible, but actually occasionally enjoyable.

You've probably seen this movie before, watching a child play with his toy Hot Wheels cars after eating multiple bowls of sugary breakfast cereal.

A purposely inane mishmash of maudlin love story, gastrointestinal gags and shredding snowboard scenes, Out Cold has a couple of laughs but mostly wipes out.

Remember that manic, rambling Oscar acceptance speech, when Benigni leapt around the auditorium? That might have been charming for two or three minutes, but imagine two hours of it.

Vulgarity is fine when it’s pure and democratic. But when it’s mixed with sentiment, it feels false. That’s the problem with Buddy Games.

A hodgepodge of half-baked visual styles can't disguise the fact that this dismal thriller is all situation and no story.

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

Unfortunately, the scares aren’t particularly scary, the lessons aren’t particularly compelling, and the ultimate resolution takes far too long to arrive at a conclusion that’s far too pat.

Standing Ovation is an innovative film in the sense that every minute or so it comes up with a different way of being annoying. Moreover, it often goes for a layered effect, in which it's annoying in two or three ways simultaneously.

It is possible to watch 90 minutes of this comedy without once cracking a smile. [12 Jan 1994]

In the same genre as the Farrellys' "There's Something About Mary" and "Dumb and Dumber," only lousy.

This so-called comedy is so not funny, it makes "Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo" look like Chaplin.

Norm of the North feels as if it intended to be a better movie, but got confused along the way.

If garbage could think, it would look down on 9 Dead Gay Guys as garbage.

Although the movie doesn't turn the Zodiac saga into a slasher film, it has the look of a straight-to-video movie, or at best a Project Greenlight production.

It's standard slasher fare but has its moments.

While Kal Penn manages a decent lead performance as Taj, the writing is terrible.

Voyeuristically wallows in the sadistic violence it professes to deplore. What hypocrisy!

The equivalent of a full-course meal with no calories. It is a mirage of a movie, 100 minutes of nothing.

The rambling Life Itself is a multigenerational drama about the messiness of life, but the emotional impact of the movie gets lost in the messiness of its screenplay. And though there is not one subpar acting performance, the film itself comes off as an exercise in self-consciousness.

While often cliche ridden and preposterous, it's too busy and loud to put anyone to sleep.

For about half of its running time, Hellraiser: Bloodline is watchable. In fact -- let's throw around the superlatives -- it's mildly entertaining. [9 March 1996, p.B3]