While those in the know will undoubtedly find something to appreciate in the film's wide-ranging if amateurish stabs at satire, the vast majority will feel left out of a private joke.

A dry compendium of talking-head interviews.

Dull film about pedophilia that fails to shed any light on the topic.

Yet another stylish exercise in depravity in which Huppert floats through the sordid proceedings in a calm haze. If only the film she inhabits was as sexy as it aspires to be.

Awfully dull, with scant evidence of the sort of things that make horror movies attractive -- like mounting suspense and spine-tingling creepiness and, oh yeah, the element of horror.

That outrageous third-act reveal proves to be a major deal-breaker.

Lacks the finesse to attract significant attention beyond its target audience.

The over-the-top tone gets stale awfully quickly -- especially once it becomes clear that it's all wacky style over any real attempt at substance.

Certainly for most audiences the viewing experience will prove not only tedious but bewildering.

A colossal snore.

The plot is simple to the point of being simplistic, and the characterizations are never more than rudimentary.

Yet music, the one thing that might have given the film some kick, is de-emphasized, with only two songs sneaking into the picture.

Hollywood's latest virtual movie, features impressive action sequences -- all created through technology -- a thin story, cardboard characters and snicker-inducing dialogue.

Fails to overcome its hokey script and cliched characterizations.

A bigger-louder-dumber take on that good ol' CBS hillbilly hit, the movie version of "The Dukes of Hazzard" starts off on the wrong foot and keeps heading, appropriately, south.

A psychological thriller without bothering much with psychology. Come to think of it, the thrills are pretty much missing, as well.

Its release calculated to coincide with the X Games, Supercross: The Movie is advertainment to the extreme.

A plucky little bird that just won't fly.

This Divided State will become yet one more largely forgotten cinematic footnote to an election notable for its divisiveness.

Unfortunately, the screenplay contains little real wit, with the result that the various plot machinations have a strained quality that tends to reduce the proceedings of their intended giddiness. On the other hand, the performers are attractive; there's plenty of nudity; the setting is scenic, and the musical numbers -- well, they're pretty bad.

Aims for whimsy and poignancy and mostly comes up empty.

When under water, the action-adventure Into the Blue has genuine thrills. Above water or on dry land, this is one dead fish.

Does a fairly good job of laying out the basic political motives behind Islamic terrorism. Unfortunately, as a drama, it has its narrative peak in the middle and quickly runs out of story afterward.

Though the concept serves as a soul-stirring showcase for contemporary inspirational performers, the writing and direction (both attributed to Rob Hardy) commit a multitude of sins.

Doesn't serve up enough laughs to build a theatrical following but could find life on video as a takeout item.

Director Rupert Wainwright fails to bring any style to the material, not producing a fraction of the suspense or wit generated by Carpenter in the original even while working with a far lesser budget.

There's really not much of an audience for this picture. The movie demands that its viewers put the fragmented images and information together like an intellectual jigsaw puzzle, but it never gives those viewers a good reason to do so.

Well-meaning but woefully unconvincing.