This 140-minute I-don't-know-what-it-is unravels like a ball of yarn after a bout with a tiger on Colombian catnip. Lee exhaust me.

Slogs pokily along and never quite picks up speed.

Bridges actually does a fine job in an uninteresting role. But this chick flick is all about the attitudinal teenagers.

You can't help but have high expectations from Zaillian and this stellar cast. But the result this time is a thuddingly tedious soap opera.

An ambitious and occasionally illuminating hybrid documentary. But a cacophony of sights and sounds and a disjointed narrative dilute the message.

This just in: Morning Glory can't decide whether to skewer the morning news or wallow in its pap.

It's hard to know just who the intended audience is: The movie is too surreal and bawdy for young kids and too silly for anyone older than 25.

What might have been an entertaining, silly comedy opts for pseudo-earnestness over movie magic.

Though not much of a movie, Loaded probably will bring fleeting satisfaction to audiences who don't know Dean Jones from Spike Jones.

A 2 1/2-hour movie with halves that don't quite mesh, it still gives Al Pacino a role that's a perfect fit. [23 Dec 1992 Pg. 01.D]

This insipid wannabe frightener features a checklist of derivative conventions.

You’ve heard of an October surprise. This is a November disappointment.

Bug won't get under your skin as much as it will assault you with its ghastly claustrophobic drama and over-the-top performances.

Often ponderous, sometimes pretentious and mostly clichéd, this contrived meditation on longing and loss feels like a missed opportunity.

Becomes a little more compelling as it progresses because Lisa Kudrow (as the straight-arrow first Mrs. Holmes, who halfway stood with him despite her disgust) ends up being surprisingly well cast. She engages in some very un-Friends-like fiery exchanges that also give Kilmer his best scenes.

An OK mood piece but story-hungry murder mystery that flubs its whodunit fundamentals.

The action starts with a bang, but deteriorates and grows more absurd as the story strays farther from the LAPD call center.

On the whole, Argylle just isn’t as exciting or refreshing as what Vaughn did with his stellar “Kingsman: The Secret Service."

This joyless coming-of-age travelogue is such a downer that not even breathtaking locales can provide a lift.

The movie, full of wan gags and tedious situations, is directed blandly by Rock.

If a pointless and nasty Hollywood satire filled with vile characters and no one to root for sounds like a good time, go see Maps to the Stars.

Well-intentioned even as it surrenders to commercialism, G.I. Jane comes on like the ultimate battle of the sexes. But it ends up being an unfulfilling exercise in pseudo-feminism. [22 August 1997, p. 7D]

More than anything, the movie makes the viewer want to hop on a plane and visit Iceland.

Never reaches much beyond the surface, and what lies there is all too predictable.

Although delayed several months for fine-tuning, Freejack hijacks any potential cult status with drab visuals and a lousy score. Even Jagger fans aren't going to get much satisfaction out of that. [20 Jan 1992, p.4D]

You've never seen a movie like Sucker Punch. And depending on your entertainment preferences, you may not want to.

All the obvious elements combine to manipulate the audience into a weepy time at the movies -- again.

Dramatically, even a persuasive supporting cast gets Heaven only so far.