Brothers never catches fire the way Gilliam's "The Adventures of Baron Munchausen" did. And you almost feel during subpar special effects that sweaty stagehands are pushing the trees around.

The screenplay is thin, the dialogue lacks nuance and the acting is often laughable.

Carell accomplishes the task of being sweet-natured without becoming cloying.

Unfortunately, Red Eye goes from being a powerful thriller to a far more predictable story of revenge.

Valiant is voiced by Robots' Ewan McGregor, an actor apparently no longer in a "Trainspotting" mood.

The movie's biggest drawback is a failure to deliver what's promised.

Director Iain Softley employs intriguing camera angles to heighten some of the suspense. It's too bad the movie goes over the top and falls apart in the last third.

Amazingly, amidst the smutty silliness, there are some laughs.

Preposterous yet solidly entertaining.

Just about any golden age Hollywood hack could have made a zestier drama about one of the greatest rescue missions in U.S. military history.

A haunting and fascinating portrait of so much that is worth exploring: the implacability of nature, the hubris of human endeavor and the line between supreme dedication and madness.

It's for people who have always wanted to see Willie Nelson ("Uncle Jesse") lob Molotov cocktails on a freeway and smoke weed with Joe Don Baker, who plays Georgia's governor.

Flowers is smartly observational -- but a little screen heat would be worth a bouquet.

By the end of the movie, all we want is for Barrymore to give him the time of day.

The kind of well-acted, genuine heartwarmer that some people complain Hollywood doesn't bother making anymore. And in this case, Hollywood didn't.

This is precisely the kind of film that parents clamor for and rarely get: a substantive, stirring, Huck Finn-style saga that doesn't insult anyone's intelligence or mindlessly entertain with crass humor.

Junebug has the feel of a good short story or novella.

A breath of fresh air amid the superheroes, aliens and bombastic explosions of summer.

Sky High gets Kurt Russell back to his retro Disney roots, and he's still in good enough shape at age 54 to wear a supernatural hunk's cape.

A documentary that dissects the essence of comedy as well as showcases outrageous improvisational humor.

The best thing Hustle & Flow has going for it is Terrence Howard's powerful performance.

This frenzied fiesta of firepower is about cloning people for spare parts, but the movie is a clone itself. Possessing no new ideas, it reworks and borrows from such films as "Blade Runner," "The Matrix" and "Logan's Run."

The material is so solid and Thornton so tailor-made that the movie almost gets by.

A little of this will go a long way.

The glacial pacing may put some people off, but it also has a hypnotic quality. And some viewers might find it fascinating to be a voyeur into someone's tortured psyche.

Depp deserves kudos for fashioning an original and outlandish if occasionally menacing character.

A showcase for Vince Vaughn's rantings and Owen Wilson's standard but affable chum act.

The film is entertaining if contrived. It is not as cleverly structured as Roos' best ensemble comedy, "The Opposite of Sex," which also co-starred Kudrow. But it does have humorous moments.