The movie is going to be fine for PG-ready audiences, assuming they don't have a problem with extremely predictable story turns.

Equilibrium is like a remake of "1984" by someone who's seen "The Matrix" 25 times while eating Twinkies and doing methamphetamines.

If only Shadowboxer had gone for more than an unwavering commitment to imitate better movies, it might have been one for the cult shelves at the video store. Right now, you'll be lucky if you find it in the giveaway bin.

The movie does nothing special or surprising, but it doesn’t particularly offend, either.

Howell, a second-string Rob Lowe, has the title role in this embarrassing variation on "Black Like Me," a half-witted collegiate farce guaranteed to offend just about everybody. Blacks are stereotyped as they haven't been in decades, and whites are portrayed as Boston bigots and selfish preppies. But the really pathetic thing about this tired old knee-jerker is not that it's racist, but that it's racist and doesn't even know it.

The plot of The Glimmer Man involves not only the Family Man but Our Evil Secret Government, the Russian Mafia and Rich Powerful Politicians -- the three stooges of action cinema in the '90s.

Although he brings a certain muscular prowess to the screen, Norris is grievously deficient of charm and humor. [11 Aug 1981, p.C8]

A movie so bewildering and impenetrable that I believe it siphoned off a good 40 IQ points.

So resoundingly awful, there may be grounds to sue for mental suffering.

It’s hard to imagine this tale of tradition and miracles leading skeptics to contemplation, much less faith.

Everything is needlessly tangled and bewildering.

How ironic then, in a movie about wordsmithing, that The Only Living Boy in New York is tripped up not by tawdry behavior, but by terrible writing.

Given these flaws, If Lucy Fell should be a chore, and yet I kept catching myself having a good time.

Well, it could have been good. But this goofy homage to Kiss fans gets dry mouth pretty fast.

Best of all is Keri Russell, who plays Adam Sandler's love interest and who brightens the tart rhubarb pie of her performance in "Waitress" with just a pinch of Disney sweetness.

A little more literary than lifelike, House of D is a story that feels too pat, and too perfect, for its own good.

A movie marred by a flaccid script, listless pacing, a plethora of cutesy-poo gags and Ray Romano.

My Favorite Martian never achieves anything that resembles farcical consistency, let alone farcical bliss, but it has enough playful nonsense scattered around a hit-and-miss scenario to rationalize a kiddie matinee excursion. [12 Feb 1999, p.C16]

Instead of prioritizing jump scares and game lore, as you might hope, the film leans into its gooey Hallmark center, focusing on underdeveloped relationships and predictable plot twists.

Class, a sexual disillusion acted out at the prep school level, would be represented far more accurately by the one-word title "Crass." [22 July 1983, p.C4]

Roger Spottiswoode's Air America is partly glorious, partly junk, but unfortunately not in equal parts.

The heart of the movie is in the right place. And although some of the acting from the younger stars comes across as amateurish, a few performances truly shine.

The one thing Edwards did right this time was to cast comic actor Roberto Benigni -- a big star in Italy -- as the illegitimate son of Jacques Clouseau, the accident-prone French detective who first appeared on the screen in The Pink Panther nearly 30 years ago. Benigni is enormously charming, a slight little fellow with a homely face that seems almost puppetlike and a flair for broad physical comedy.

An irredeemably transparent... DIRECT RIPPING OFF OF "SPEED."

Unnecessary and unfunny re-imagining of the classic satire by Jonathan Swift.

Awake is a pleasing if negligible diversion.

Martial arts maven Seagal has long been on deadly ground with critics, and this, his directorial debut, is likely to keep him there.

An extremely boyish ode to girl power.