Fairly enjoyable as an old-fashioned horror yarn -- or, if that doesn't work for you, as a black comedy about an obsessive collector.

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

Scott Hicks adapts David Guterson's best-selling novel as if it was poetry.

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.

The titular beach really is stunning. But the second hour is an incomprehensible mess that's too dark for Leo's Teen People fanbase and too convenient for the arthouse crowd.

A bona fide, no-doubt-about-it love story disguised as a sports movie.

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.

It's dumb, but I laughed out loud a few times, chuckled a few more, and would gladly sit through it again before watching any film with Demi Moore.

My biggest complaint: Following two nasty bloodbaths and an invasion of the creatures' lair, the final showdown seems anti-climactic.

Though Williams gives one of his better performances in recent years -- finding the right combination of humor and restraint for this role -- none of the human characters are fleshed out in any way.

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

About as much pure fun as you'll have in a movie theater this summer.

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

Many may find the ultimate drive behind the main characters (especially Nolte's) to be a misguided, feeble and disappointing payoff at best.

With Gary Shandling appearing in just about every scene, only fans of his trademark whiny, disinterested delivery and sexist un-political correctness have a hope of enjoying his new film.

Jones' pursuit of Judd follows the tried-but-true plotline of winding cat-and-mouse chases that lead to big climaxes.

A must-see movie, simply for its awe-inspiring production values, but you'll feel nothing but punished by Tarsem's ghoulish parade of images.

It more or less makes sense and it's not dull -- more than can be said for many similar attempts.

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.

Murphy still knows how to please a crowd.

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.

It risks the believability factor for anyone who's ever been cheated on or lost a loved one.

Willis and Pfeiffer do manage to keep you awake, but you're essentially watching your own marriage up there. And you don't need to pay a sitter to do that.

A perfect date movie for boys and girls, boys and boys, and boys just pretending to like boys.

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.