A heart-tugging potboiler that is at once poetic, tragic and cold as steel.

Damon benefits greatly from a director like Gus Van Sant ("My Own Private Idaho") who understands quiet, funny moments, intricate relationships and beautiful young actors.

As lensed brillantly by 26-year-old Anderson, the movie is at once tasteful and raunchy.

Blessed substance marries beautiful style in a '90s film noir.

While slight and fairly unassuming considering its subject, the cast is uniformly fine.

Myers gives us all of the exaggerated physical schtick of Jim Carrey plus the added bonus of wickedly clever writing that refuses to let you escape.

Funny, profane and surprisingly painful at times.

Wes Craven continues to explore (and blur) the lines between reelity and reality with his latest, and perhaps best, cinematic slice of horror.

Any minor annoyances are eclipsed by great performances from the entire cast.

Thornton has written himself the role of a lifetime, yet he plays Karl with neither condescension nor saintliness.

A deeply affecting allegory that explores the symbiotic relationship between genius and madness.

The power of the Fiennes/Scott Thomas affair burns through the clutter (imagine "Casablanca" meets "Map of the Human Heart") making The English Patient a theatrical must-see.

Hilarious.

A masterful mix of wit and humor, sympathy and sadness.

Irresistibly bleak appeal.