Formulaic and pretty darn plodding.

The two leads are what sell it.

The B-movie is back, folks, but who knows how long the fun will last.

When worlds collide - people yawn.

Has neither the charm, plot nor visual splendor of its predecessors.

This skull is brainless.

High Fidelity’s hip structure and offbeat characters provide consistent laughs and a good time.

Gordon directs with a graceful precision and shorthand that makes the story seem simple, though it's anything but. Indeed, it's fascinatingly complex, juggling time periods and political, mystical, and psychological themes without ever losing touch with the core message: Love conquers all.

Although Romeo Must Die sets new standards for action films, the action drowns to a predictable and ridiculous plot.

Roberts shines.

Professional wrestling might not be real, folks -- but, after watching this poignant and simple documentary, you might start questioning where the make-believe begins.

Inane, irresponsible, immature, poorly written.

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."

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

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.

An ultra-violent cinematic rendering which will appeal to those moviegoers who like their action dramas laced with nice touches of meta-physicality and left-of-center humor.

See Wonder Boys for the acting, particularly McDormand and Maguire, but use the goofy moments to get popcorn refills.

More of a moody performance piece than a film.

Ryan gives her standard, likeable performance.

It's a sad day when good ideas turn into bad movies.

The definitive representation of young American men at the start of the 21st century.

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

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.

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

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.

(Ferguson is) so cheeky and effeminate, he becomes more of a caricature than an actual person.

As brain candy goes, Isn't She Great is just that and a little bit more.

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