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

A lot of talented people with the best of intentions got together and made The Last Face, and yet it’s an almost unwatchable flop.

Weekend at Bernie's II has the tell- tale signs of a bad film directed by its screenwriter. There's lots of goofy shtick, and the actors seem to have been directed to act silly. Instead of playing for truth, they mug and overdo it, particularly McCarthy, and the result is deadly. [10 July 1993, p.C3]

Schlock, but amusing schlock.

But their comic talents are completely wasted by an inane script whose idea of humor is to make jokes about lung cancer and the notorious Tuskegee experiment on black men with syphilis. [20 Jan 1998]

The film is a failure in just about every way, save for its acting, which is adequate.

The Beverly Hills Cop formula shows serious signs of wear in its third outing as Eddie Murphy tries desperately to hold onto his tough-guy, mock-grin edge while screenwriters and director John Landis do little more than stir-fry lame gags with furious but tiresome fusilades of gunfire. [25 May 1994, p.E1]

Lame comedy.

Offers only tired jokes, grimace-worthy physical comedy and bad, bad acting.

Tries screwball and gross-out comedy and fails on both counts.

Unoriginal, frequently incomprehensible and cheaply made.

Worse than dull. It's parasitic.

With no subtitles to explain what's going on in Yu-Gi- Oh!: The Movie, there's no reason for adults to come anywhere near it.

It's a shame Arnold is stuck on the loudmouth clod schtick, because there are moments he's downright pleasant on screen. But in Carpool, these moments are kept to a minimum.

An acquired taste.

Mixed Nuts, opening today at Bay Area movie theaters, is laced generously with chuckles, though it neglects one little detail that helps make movies satisfying: a plot. [21 Dec 1994, p.E1]

Remarkably empty, remarkably noisy, remarkably pleasureless. It's unwatchable.

In the long history of bad movies about bad illnesses, A Little Bit of Heaven just might be the worst.

The audience has already checked out, long before the formulaic finish.

It doesn't help that Glitter is such a derivative mishmash of cinematic and real-life situations that it's nearly impossible to count all the ways.

A glossy piece of trash.

Too predictable, but kids should like it.

Will you find yourself wishing you were looking at someone else? Not really.

The film is like watching Ozzy Osbourne bite the head off a rubber bat -- it's only almost heinous.

The bad news is that the characters and situations are platitudes and the story is so heavy-handed that the film is hard to sit through.

Don't invest too much in the word "Golf" at the beginning of the title. Golf in the Kingdom is arguably less of a sports movie than the first "Harry Potter." (At least someone won that game of quidditch ...)

A pleasant addition to the time-honored genre of terminally cute youth romance movies, roughly equivalent to staring at a saccharine greeting card for a while.

A comedy without laughs. The people on screen laugh more than the audience. I'd be willing to bet that the average person laughs more during any given 105 minutes of the workday than they would during all of Ski Patrol. Even if they go to Ski Patrol having had a few drinks. [05 Mar 1990, p.F1]