Particularly anticlimactic - the film itself seems sprung from molting yuppie catalogs.

In the case of Jon Robin Baitz's script, adapted from his play, in spite of the fact that he made considerable alterations in the text to open it up to cinematic possibilities, the movie disappoints in much the same way the play did.

Cronenberg has said that he made the film to find out why he was making it. You may watch it for the same reason.

Often grating in its presentation.

A big, silly movie about the famed goatish painter that stars the nearly perfect Anthony Hopkins.

Determined to try your patience, asking you to fall in love with it.

The plot falls with a thud, but the movie is surprisingly involving owing to performances by Connery, who is always an unfaltering standard of honesty and truth; by Fishburne, who has to flip-flop his meanness for frustrated indignation in the end; and by Harris, who actually seethes so hard the veins stand out on his bald skull.

More altruistic would be if Williams stopped torturing us with weepy endearments so he could look for that complex clown who used to mug just for laughs.

Passably entertaining with moments of Grimm fairy tale gruesomeness.

While Blanchett glows with intelligence, passion and a quirky kind of beauty, the movie she is in fails her in a number of essential ways.

An arthritic failure, genuine only when the two outcast lovers' eyes dart toward each other, then retreat.

If you haven't taken your mother to a movie in a while, this is the ticket, with its PG-13 rating, lack of violence and like that.

For all the blathering, heavy-handed pathos, we might as well be watching the Lifetime cable channel.

The adorable overacting of the twins [Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen] make this otherwise dopey movie watchable.

French Kiss has only a tenuous hold on reality; it is far more fully steeped in the conventions of latter-day movie romance than in the messy actualities of real-life mating.

Not entirely persuasive, not entirely schmaltzy, "The Tic Code" is one of those well-meant dramatizations... that mysteriously made it all the way to a theater near you.

The comedian's thankful willingness to do anything for Blue Streak...is its redeeming grace.

Director Eastwood favors naturalism and sometimes the effort to reproduce what it is like to meet someone new bogs the picture down irreparably.

This is middling Woody, at best: For every funny line or sequence, there's at least one misfire.

A movie that sports more cameos than a "HeeHaw" marathon but not much else.

Becky Johnston ( "The Prince of Tides" ) did creditable work on the screenplay, but there are times when this story about a truly rotten fellow seems to be one big jump cut.

A lazy, torpid piece of animated tourism.

A somewhat-smarter-than-average science-fiction flick.

A weakly performed rehash of master-slave role-reversal tales.

City of Angels will probably work better for some people than it did for a crusty fellow like me. I feel guilty that I don't like this movie more. I think the devil got the better of me.

This splatter film is set in Norway, but rest assured, it sticks with the formula. The young people to be killed off are just as obnoxious as their counterparts in American gorefests.

When Party Girl isn't being silly, it tries to be endearing and socially redeeming, and to a good degree succeeds.

Leans so heavily on its stars that their performances are marred by their emptiness.