A charming, hyper-energetic, and wittily self-aware action comedy about gorgeous girls.

Lordy, what a stinker.

Most haunting of all is Caan, who has never given a performance this layered.

Had enough grit to scratch its way through my cynical defenses, at least until its grotesque ending. But that capper isn't an aberration -- it's the logical extension of the movie's grandiose ambitions.

A giddy ballet in which the women whirl around a still, clueless man.

There's too much miserable reality and not a lot of transcendent dance, and the director, Stephen Daldry, doesn't cover the action from enough angles.

Has a nonsensical twist ending that almost wrecks it, but until then it has enough fast, hyperliterate venality to make it great fun.

Beat by beat, scene by scene, gorgeous...at times emotionally devastating.

One of the least entertaining satires ever made.

Has a soft windup, but along the way are some of the best-constructed slapstick sequences since "There's Something About Mary."

Becomes increasingly unwatchable -- not just bleak but punishing, as if the director wants to fry your circuits along with his characters'.

Belongs to that most promiscuous of genres -- the go-for-it sports melodrama -- but transcends it and then some.

Best in Show has an uproarious wild card in Fred Willard, who plays a hack commentator convinced that he's the most amusing fellow on television

At times the movie's crudeness has an eerie beauty, but the musical fantasies are a bewildering hash, and the protracted climax on death row is nearly unendurable.

Crowe's world is an open ecosystem --transcendentally open. This movie is his boombox held aloft.

A feminist sitcom tricked up with garish violence and garrulous hit men.

More entertaining than it needs to be.

Succeeds in dramatizing the resentment and guilt on all sides without just adding to the noise.

I also thrilled to identify with a male lead (Jon Favreau) who's as brilliant and crazy and self-absorbed as Woody Allen or Albert Brooks but whose self-absorption doesn't shape and color everything else in the movie.

Bizarrely depressing.

Serves up some of the most gruesomely misogynistic imagery in years, then ends with a bid for understanding. Are its makers so deluded that they think they're making the world a more compassionate place?

It's fun to see.

Went down like a slice of warm pecan pie topped with two scoops of Ben and Jerry's Bovinity Divinity.

I've shot people for less.

It proves that male action stars can triumph not only over space but, more important, over time.

Turns into a moronic, psycho-on-the-loose picture pretty quickly.

Gorgeously silly.

A hilarious, poignant, lovingly ironic celebration of (Tammy Faye Bakker's) rise and fall and her refusal to be broken.