Second-banana material.

Excess Baggage aims to broaden her appeal beyond her established, youthful audience. It won't, because it's a messy mixture of so-so comedy and unmoving drama; its inconsistent tone suggests a production where no one was fully in charge.

Otherwise, the movie, which borrows from a dozen pop sources and improves on none of them, is pretty much a washout.

Feels like an interminable pilot for a show to fill that deadly 8:30 slot between "Friends" and "Will and Grace."

Without much of a plot to speak of and relying almost entirely on the girls' star power and charisma - which they have in spades - turns out to be a truly entertaining movie for anyone with even a bare knowledge of the Spice Girls' history, which in this age of absolute over-saturation, is hard to avoid.

While the picture periodically skids into sentimentality and characters lapse into schtick, its good-natured quality and winning cast sustain our sympathy.

There's more gymnastic yammering in Loving Jezebel than in a season of "Dawson's Creek."

Too screwy to be really funny.

Competent, to be sure, with some good lines.

A high-spirited, big-bottomed Polaroid of the comedian in a fat suit.

The hiccupping inelegance of this movie's narrative and direction makes it impossible to empathize with or even really comprehend any of the characters.

Frill-less almost to the point of minimalist, teary without being lachrymose, hers is a performance you'd think was great were the movie in a language you didn't understand.

Offers nothing new, and a lot less. It's a hollow shell of a film, rife with plot twists that go nowhere.

My guess is you'll probably have more fun watching a game at the ballpark than you will at The Fan.

A wicked, light-headed first half dissolves into a bloody, head-bashing second half . The previews make it seem like a comedy. It isn't.

A movie that features rich Mexican American characters and an uncompromising story line is always timely.

When a movie is nothing but relentless action, there's little chance for dramatic tension to develop.

Overlong, naggingly pretentious, more absurd than absurdist and a cruel, cruel bore.

An unsteady stab at noir.

One of those truly biodegradable experiences.

One of the funniest movies to come along in awhile.

Painfully unfunny.

A way-below-par golfing comedy.

Francis Ford Coppola's Jack has its affecting moments, but in the end illustrates the pitfalls of the "concept" movie, the kind you can boil down to a one-line hook.

Unfortunately, it stars Keanu Reeves and Cameron Diaz, so it has, more than anything else, a sense of ridiculousness.

Wesley Snipes runs around a lot shooting people in plotless film.

An undernourished exercise in pop critique.

If you buy the gross, it's surprisingly funny .