The boys' laddish catchphrase -- "Shut up!" -- is particularly irritating, especially since they never do.

This one is superior in almost every respect to the first, with slam-bang action, many humorous moments, and an excellent performance by Steve James.

An admirable attempt at a fresh version of an old genre, Teachers falls short, but not by much.

The supersonic jet takes center stage, sparing audiences from most of the babbling of the two-dimensional characters.

Hardly a feather in the cap of anyone involved, the film starts out well enough, but the last half degenerates into complete implausibility.

With its unpretentious moral tale of good and evil, CARE BEARS MOVIE II does a good job of meeting the needs and expectations of its target audience.

A shameless puddle of romantic slop.

Although the "story" is almost wholly without depth or plausibility, it's carried off with great style.

For all the gushy feelings, the plight of women like Kiranjit, bound not only by domineering, often physically abusive husbands but by racism and oppressive cultural traditions as well, is poignantly portrayed.

They’re baaaaack.

Wobbles unsteadily between broad humor and paranoid thrills. The result is a bland muddle.

Cinematographer Alain Dostie's stunning, painterly cinematography is the best -- and perhaps only -- reason to endure this stunted epic.

A dreary, turgid melodrama.

Not only do the firefighting scenes evoke a feeling of gritty authenticity, but the fire itself really does seem to be alive.

A cliched throwback to the early 1980s slasher genre, DR. GIGGLES transplants the heart of a NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET sequel--wisecracking killer--into the body of HALLOWEEN--psycho killer returns to his hometown to slash anew--but lacks the wit of the former or the tension of the latter.

Formulaic and derivative, but sufficiently well made to work as both teen-angst melodrama and bone-rattling brawl picture.

You don't have to be aligned with the forces of evil to despise this infantile, obnoxious sequel to 1992's surprisingly enjoyable 3 NINJAS.

A crudely executed affair that doesn't play well to Western sensibilities.

Despite a certain loopy charm, the film's appeal ultimately hinges on the musicians.

Lots of gore and some decent artistic effects may keep audiences interested; if not, then the scantily clad.

Its seductive stylishness is undermined by one narrative twist too many; by the time the last revelation has been unveiled with a "But wait!" flourish, the contrivances have entirely overwhelmed the characters.

Director-writer Mike Marvin is obviously working out of his element, which consists of ski films and features with titles of things you eat or drink (Six Pack; Hot Dog--The Movie; and Hamburger). The best thing here are the cars, which have no dialog and just stand around looking fast. Sheen's is a specially built Dodge pace car that cost over $1.5 million.

This movie is a reedited version of the television series, with the addition of Sensurround. Just as bad as the failed series. Lorne Greene should never have sold the Ponderosa.

James plays it safe. And, short of unfunny, safe is the worst thing a comedian can be.

What could have been an interesting and funny period piece under the directorship of original screenwriter Edwards is turned into a tedious, infantile mess by director Benjamin.

Unfortunately, Virtuosity ignores character development in favor of slick set design and mindless action sequences. Consequently, it plays like an outdated video game.

The film seems longer than its 93-minute running time, but kids will probably enjoy its potty humor, many scenes of 4-year-olds getting the better of harried adults and the inevitable moment when a cute little girl kicks the fat guy in the nads.

Though once capable of writing distinct characters, Toback now populates his pictures with one-dimensional conceits who all talk like undereducated hustlers, from college professors to bottom feeders and international lions of business.