Bored audiences enduring this talky, aimless film might wish that they, too, were watching the porno film that is seen only in brief snippets.

The results might make for some swell production stills, but as a motion picture, Teknolust never really makes it alive out of Hershman's head.

A limp sex comedy about men behaving badly.

The clumsy and cliched approach by writer-director Bala Rajashekaruni robs the movie of any dramatic punch.

With the exception of a decent train-top chase, Torque is all vroom and no action.

Manages to be insulting both to slasher movies and lesbians. Where's the gay rights movement when you need it?

High school detention, most will attest, is a grim and dull experience. This film is not only about high school detention, it is similar to it. Audience members may feel like they've been sentenced, along with the five principals, to a day in the library, just sitting and doing nothing. While high schoolers will recognize some shrewd satiric hits in Breakfast Club, the film is tedious and unpredictable. Unless the nation's teachers decide to make it required viewing, this grueling Illinois-set presentation should be about as popular with teenage moviegoers as additional homework.

Nothing anchors the lighter-than-air story as it drifts away under the direction of Stephen Norrington ("Blade") into an FX stratosphere where wit, character and vigorous storytelling cease to matter.

Ultimately a hollow and pointless exercise.

Litvack is lazy with his jokes, characterizations, motives, and plotting.

The story has little resonance or depth. The R-rated movie comes off as exploitative and derivative.

Casa feels like a miss. The digging into each of these women's lives stays shallow and seldom uncovers anything unexpected.

Director Benjamin doesn't really handle the material with the outrageous excess it deserves, with the result that the proceedings seem far too mild.

A bland, formulaic picture where romance and comedy are noticeably absent. A more wooden and uninspired effort from talented people behind and in front of the camera is difficult to imagine.

By the time they're done with all the tinkering, "Scooby-Doo" ends up bearing as much a resemblance to Hanna-Barbera as the recent "Cat in the Hat" did to Dr. Seuss.

Combining the ludicrous with the lurid, Twisted is twisted all right.

Muddled and uninteresting.

What fans of the original movie, "Charlie's Angels," which was fun and good-natured, will make of this sloppy mess is hard to guess.

This thin concoction of domestic drama and thriller suspense won't hold up after the curiosity factor runs its brief course. Neither Robert De Niro nor a phalanx of a dozen producers can deliver Godsend from unintentional comedy.

In terms of inspiration or even the slightest shred of ingenuity, Banks ranks more like an 000 than an 007.

The scariest thing about this film is how desperate the makers are to earn a scream.

What the problem comes down to is a group of filmmakers making misguided choices in an effort to broaden the movie's demographics beyond those who attend X Games.

David Hubbard's script is so steeped in sludgy sentimentality that the film's early hints of quirkiness quickly give way to heavy-handed faith healing.

A laugh-starved comedy that seeks to plug into the comic stylings of Mo'Nique for its energy and humor.

This thoroughly repetitive, ill-conceived and poorly executed effort -- with an emphasis on the word "effort" -- defeats these two talented people more often than not.

A paranormal mystery without a spine. It has no suspense because it has no belief in itself.

Even more egregious than the film's concept is its execution, as it somehow manages to make scenes of drug addiction, hustling and even brotherly incest quite tedious.

Ultimately, the film staggers under the weight of its pretensions, its plot spiraling into murky illegibility.