As movies about relic sex machines go, this one lacks mojo.

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

An adrenaline-pumping, post-musical musical.

Too smitten with the Eisenhower-era nostalgia.

Another "Exorcist" bastard -- one with a chick-flick pedigree.

The sort of smutty scandalmongering the average moviegoer can really get behind.

De Felitta has taken potentially overripe material and given it real heart.

Some delightful surprises, but the sort of heavy-metal, high-definition sci-fi look that dominates the proceedings, plus the relentless pace and endless morphing, are somewhat tiring.

Collapses under its own contempt.

What begins as unassumingly dull wanders into disarming chaos.

It's one of the most beautifully unpleasant movies ever made - its reverse charge being that it is no fun at all.

There's a sense of genuineness throughout Girlfight.

A proudly unsophisticated demonstration of racial progress.

SORRY, SALLY. I didn't like it. I really didn't like it.

Gets blue-ribbon results from its thoroughbred cast of improvisational comics.

It seems like another misstep - the story just doesn't hold up to Ritchie's treatment.

You're smarter than this, but occasionally it tricks you into thinking it might be up to something you haven't considered, like an above-average, extra-bloody episode of "Scooby Doo."

Not the sweaty midnight stroll through the garden of carnal delights that its title wants you to believe.

A movie too smart and too urgent to be categorically awful. Clinically insane may be another matter altogether.

The film is alt-schmaltz, and it'll do.

At its best when it's hovering around the muted dysfunction between a father and a son, who never understood each other to begin with.

Dreamy and elegantly filmed.

Misses some creative opportunities to really drive this story home, but it's a naturally haunting story nonetheless.

Too much of nothing and far from the potentially star-making material that Foxx deserves.

Quickly degenerates into a grueling piece of unpleasantness.

Miserable as it crawls for two eternal hours toward being "life-affirming."

Soberly, deeply effective.

More often than not the film casts an infectious, evocative spell.