Without any trustworthy characters for young Joe and no actual story development, the movie drags.

I can’t imagine why anyone would plunge ahead with this project -- an adaptation of a classic no one reads, about characters no one could care about, directed by a filmmaker of little talent and less success.

If a good laugh is needed on the next trip to the theater, please avoid this quack.

I'd wait for video unless your kid's just dying to see "Sesame Street" characters on the big screen.

Just not enough for me.

First rule of a film trilogy: Part 3 sucks. See "The Godfather 3,"" Alien 3,"" Jaws 3." Even "Return of the Jedi" was just a rehash of "Star Wars" with muppets. Add Scream 3 to that trend.

Really a big fat zero. Hampton Fancher has done the unthinkable -- he's made a boring serial killer movie.

Lacks just about everything on every level.

A cinematic lowpoint, even within its decidedly lowbrow genre, the teen gross-out sex romp.

While movie reviewers like to throw around the line, "This is the worst movie I've ever seen," this movie may be the worst movie I've ever seen.

Oliver Stone must learn that edgy photography does not substitute for a story with substance.

The film so strongly fixates on strange, explicit sexual acts that it forgoes any emotional (i.e. romantic) aspects of sex.

Shallow characters the audience cares little about, an unbelievable situation rather than a potent plot, and, for those who don’t find men-in-pantyhose or poodle-poop jokes hilarious, not many funny lines.

When worlds collide - people yawn.

The saddest part about 28 Days is it's more fun when it's drunk.

A mangy dog of a movie that should have been re-scripted by a better writer and directed by a better filmmaker.

Formulaic and pretty darn plodding.

An empty void of tasteless action, formula plot, and dull dialogue set in a sadly under-utilized time period.

Follows the current trend of once-popular cartoons turned into mediocre live-action incarnations.

Would have been better suited as a television movie of the week.

A poor excuse to put out a soundtrack of teen pop songs.

We're just over a month into 2000 and already there's a candidate for the year's worst picture.

One-beat humor that is worsened by poor writing and editing.

This is as close to a total wipeout as can be imagined.

Inane, irresponsible, immature, poorly written.

Reddin's script lacks the sophistication that might make the film's message about guns more than a 90-minute public service announcement with a good cast.

There were only two other people in the theater where I saw it, and they left within the first 10 minutes. I should have followed them out.

Although Steal This Movie isn't worth the price of admission, it is worth sneaking in to see D'Onofrio and Garofalo's splendid performances.

Rocky & Bullwinkle is the new millennium's "Howard the Duck."

All it really propagates is overly dramatic scenes plagiarized from last month's high school date rape seminar.

Inert, unfunny, and not even interesting as a dirty movie, 8 1/2 Women could well rank as one of the worst films of the year.

One of the worst movies released this year.

Does boast, as a major plot point, a dog's bowel movement. And things do go 'boom!' quite spectacularly and frequently enough to distract from the truth that there is virtually nothing going on in this whole movie that Nintendo hasn't done better.

Loser sucks.

Why do I keep having to see such awful movies?

Even more frightening are the miserable performances elicited from A-list talent, particularly Tim Robbins and Gary Sinise, both Oscar-nominated actors who perform with all the heartfelt conviction of Hawaiian-shirt-clad teenagers in a high school rendition of "South Pacific."

Wear your boots to this one, but because of the crap, not the snow.

A dud.

"Speed" with a thermometer, only a whole lot worse.

A frenetic, aggressively unfunny one-joke merging of "Beverly Hills Cop" and "Tootsie."

A fabulous movie if you are a woman over 40 who likes to use the word "empowered" a lot.

Despite some redeemable comic dialog between Banderas and Harrelson, most of the movie is TKO.

A James Bond crib, minus the exotic locales, hot chicks, and finesse.

The kind of surprising giggles that make you wonder why you're laughing--- that's worth a few bucks.

Mind-achingly mediocre in every regard.

In the real audience with which I watched it, the only laughs were from kids under eight or nine, mostly at hilarious "hooter" jokes.

Lucky for you, it won't cost a thing to get up and walk out at any point after the credits.

A bumpy synthesis of special and visual effects done far too over the top ultimately means Viva Rock Vegas is nothing more than eye candy, and not a very tasty piece at that.

Miss Piper single-handedly destroys what could have been a competent little movie about chicks being naughty and getting ahead.

A miserable failure.

This skull is brainless.

This testosterone-fest even features a battle inside a strip bar replete with topless women. Talk about your guilty pleasures.

Everything in it is old bat.

An uninspired, standard-issue mimeo whose only distinguishing feature is a reversal in its casting.

Endgame has become a nincompoop's travelogue, drenched in stage blood, fake beards, and crappy special effects.

If you give it half a chance, it will entertain you.

Confusing to anyone who's familiar with the word "plot."

Words cannot do justice for this homage to Ed Wood.

Ah, young love. It can be quaint and heartwarming, but is largely inconsistent and painful -- kind of like this movie.

Its film school aesthetics and sophomoric storytelling are sense-deadening.