Heart-wrenching film.

Never very frightening, but it's clever and fun, with a memorable amount of humor and gore.

Broken English doesn't break any code or offer original insights on the subject. But there's a spark whenever Posey and Poupaud are together.

As the title character in Lady Chatterley, Marina Hands does the most persuasive job of feigning sexual pleasure since Jane Fonda in "Coming Home."

You Kill Me is pretty light, but it's well made, and within the built-in limitations of its story -- a hit man goes to Alcoholics Anonymous -- it's fairly pleasing.

A good bio of any historical character has to have a compelling story, whether evil or good. Klimt appears to have had that story. I sure would have liked to know what it was.

Leaves its audience with many troubling questions. Among them: Should a film console us with its own brilliance when it aims to discomfit us with its content?

One of the most enjoyable pictures of the season.

The mystery of Nancy Drew' is how a movie can get so many things right -- particularly the inspired casting of Emma Roberts as the spunky teenage sleuth -- yet ultimately disappoint.

Sounds great and if nothing else should help diminish the stereotype, blasted by the film's subjects, of Gypsies as little more than pickpockets whom travelers need to be wary of.

Visually, the film is a stunner, dotted with psychedelic colors and many shades of red -- one battle is fought with red laser-gun sights -- some looking realistically like blood. When gangsters open fire, their falls are choreographed like a ballet. The problem comes when the cast opens its mouth and Elizabethan dialogue tumbles out.

A satisfying story of a grand-scale swindle, but it also retains the impishness and charm of "Ocean's Twelve." Even better, it solves the Roberts problem in the most thorough and economical way possible: She's not in the movie.

Basically torture porn.

The entertaining new film from Sony Pictures Animation is a nice surprise, and the rare mainstream American kid film.

A feverish, unremitting and grimly joyless film.

It's a movie that seems simple, yet its subtle and brilliant complexity is not to be denied.

Knocked Up has some rough edges, but it's a noteworthy film by a significant and blossoming talent.

Sporadic on-field violence is only a tiny reason that Gracie disappoints, but it's indicative of the film's greater problem. Producers Elisabeth and Andrew Shue seem so intent on creating a hero out of the main character and villains out of almost everyone else, that they've completely distorted reality.

The appeal of Mr. Brooks is as obvious as it is hard to resist: Kevin Costner as a serial killer.

It leaves one feeling queasy about human nature.

While the sequel to "Night Watch" is an imperfect film, it's always interesting.

Offers another way into these complex indigenous people, through storytelling as haunting as their artwork.

A peculiar little film -- grim and disturbing yet perversely riveting.

A triumph for Judd and the director.

Has no narrative throughline, no emotional spine. It's a mess.

The overall experience of the movie is of something fresh.

It's not a film for children, and it's not even something children would like. It's challenging and disturbing and uncanny in the ways it captures the nature of dreams -- their odd logic, mutability and capacity to hint at deepest terrors.

Steel City makes a valiant attempt to add some new tweaks to the genre best described as life-sucks-growing-up-in-a-mill-town.