Mildly satisfying.

Groovy.

Breaks new ground both as an abominable enterprise in guy-talk and as no-budget hackwork.

Capably made but simplistic story.

It is an important work, and a very good one.

Timely in that it joins an already mammoth list of bad movies about post-hippie static, including the recent "Steal This Movie."

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

An army of rolled abs and their owners give the state of American race relations a beginner's workout.

The film is in the key of "Romeo and Juliet," and it's a one-note tune.

Kaizo Hayashi's homage to noir B movies, both Japanese and American, is successful as a true labor of love.

A crafty, sometimes craven, but hardly worshipful snapshot of an unlikely candidate for biggest rock act on earth.

An impressive low-whistle, hardscrabble look at the world of pool sharks and the people who crisscross their lives.

The dialogue is hip, natural and observational.

Tired comedy.

Overall a well-played chess match of a movie.

The ballad as it turns out is a duet between a dad and his girl, who'd often rather accentuate the positive than exploit pain, quietly proving that she is her father's daughter.

Crassly funny passages.

It's often a lapsed, under-informed documentary with restagings.

It's mesmerizing nonetheless for its flagrant disregard for narrative, character, pacing, performance and good lighting.

The shenanigans have been pared into 84 minutes of transgressive, potty-minded farce, that is often Waters at his most cheerful and most thematically focused.

Like two hours of outtakes in search of a studio audience.

An engaging, well-written film that is surprisingly gentle in tone and easily paced.

Fails to be the histrionic bubble bath that you want to carry you away.

A guilty pleasure and one of the best films of the year.

The vibe is acoustic-cafe: cute, catchy and ironic given its wimpy point of view.

Determined to be inoffensively tidy and cute above all else.

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.

Overstays its welcome until the jokes curdle and the satire becomes a blunt instrument, but not before Busch throws some priceless one-liners.