The dark drama that launched a genre of evil-kid movies. 

The dark drama that launched a genre of evil-kid movies. 

The only thing that could make The Cutting Edge more absurd would be if the final competition revolved around a potentially deadly, possibly illegal move called the Pamchenko Twist. Wait, it does? Never mind. 

Not everything works out neatly for everyone, but life seems a little better by the end of two hours' struggle, for the characters and for the audience. 

Something of a train wreck...[but] comedy scavengers may find it worthwhile to pick through the remains for a few amusing gags. 

Cycles through the same old cliches, like squares accidentally being dosed with drugs, overzealous pharmacists blaring out sensitive medical information (nothing like a good ol' venereal disease joke), and climactically scotched weddings. 

The romantic comedy version of its setting: an overgrown theme park that momentarily amuses, wears down the body and spirit, but mentally stays behind. 

Never stops doling out demented treats....Dahl's morality play of bad parenting and bad-egg kids is evergreen....a genuinely amazing movie. 

The characters in the latest Disney film frequently attack each other, sometimes eat each other, and spend the whole time running around naked. 

Though Terri doesn’t have the reassuring clarity of a straight path from starting block to finish line, its fits and starts are pretty good. 

It’d be nice to report that this film with a still-all-too-rare female protagonist is a great time at the movies, but alas, not so much. 

They don't come much more ridiculous... 

A depraved exploitation film specifically designed to shock and repulse viewers...also a cultural artifact reflective of and reactive to the time it was made... 

Even with its mock-pretentious parallelism to The Odyssey...O Brother, Where Art Thou? refuses to take itself seriously, which is both its principal failing and its charm. 

When it comes to swashbucklers, I'll take Wolpert's unmolested molestation of Dumas over Pirates of the Caribbean any day of the week. 

Taymor tries a little too hard, neither breaking nor broken by the play, but ultimately losing the wrestling match. 

Pretty much a non-starter...its squeaky-cleanliness will seem more at home in its inevitable cable afterlife on the Disney channel. 

Though The Twilight Zone largely fell into tired repetitiveness in its final season, its crafty tales and spectrum of darkness to humor still stood apart from the television pack... 

A superb, stylish piece of modern mythology. 

Doesn't quite go far enough, instead settling for cheap gags and cheap thrills, but it tickles fairly well for a couple of hours of crashes and fireballs. 

By the time Rath and Bain have it out in a ramshackle, condemned motel with floors that keep giving away under them, we realize this final setting is a metaphor for the film itself. 

Everyone knows that kitties love homicidal mercenary explosives experts. But for those who don't, there's The Specialist, another Sylvester Stallone action picture that's as dumb as a bag of hammers. 

Dated and unintentionally laughable, Cobra will always be best known for the catchphrase 'You're a disease and I'm the cure.' Ironically, any audience foolhardy enough to brave this ugly movie is liable to stagger out feeling mighty sick. 

In its third year, Fringe continues to 'go there' with a groundbreaking season that gives pretty much equal time to 'our universe'...and the 'parallel universe'... 

There’s absolutely no reason for The Final Destination to exist other than the only one Hollywood studios really care about: a cynical cash grab. 

McCarthy does a fine job of juggling the domestic mystery, situational comedy, and inevitable drama, and his terrific cast is well-suited to the deadpan ethical satire. 

Even in the show's seventh year, House continues to be an endlessly fascinating character, as brilliantly played by English actor Hugh Laurie... 

A flashy but disposable exercise in style over substance... 

The slow-boiling romance convinces thanks to Wasikowska and Fassbender's unwavering seriousness and commitment to selling the story. 

Gibson again stares deeply into the abyss. The question is whether—after his public disgrace—anyone will want to go there with him. 

It's the whole proud, embarrassing sociopolitical, cultural heap of American history—and the American Century in particular—in two fleet, funny hours. 

Ultimately, the magic-and-monsters milieu isn’t enough when the jokes are half-baked. 

A twisted revamp of Rankin-Bass by way of Edward Gorey. 

Here we go again: big lies swell and then pop in a flick that’s one-hundred percent adherent to the shiny, colorful Warner Brothers rom-com style guide. 

Season Five's twelve episodes unfortunately retrace some of the steps of earlier seasons when the show should be focused on breaking new ground, but Dexter remains entertaining in its complications... 

Sweet but a bit dull...Overall, the picture is good-hearted and colorful, with an ending that carries a nice touch of ambiguity about the tussle of nature and nurture. 

The whole fiasco turns out to be an excuse to let Seth Green play a (redubbed) little boy. Next time, maybe just cast a real boy, build some sets in an old barn, and have Mom make the costumes. 

The comic targets and the central manchildren bromance all feel overly familiar...Still, Paul benefits from Pegg and Frost's British comedic slant and the full complement of comedic talent... 

Marshall's sunny, sitcomedic comedies tend to be kinda bad but also compulsively watchable, and this one's no exception... 

A reasonably fun double-episode of Burn Notice...Who doesn't love Bruce Campbell? 

Faith-based...With its sports-movie structure and Hollywood production values, Soul Surfer is a creditable crossover picture; it just could've done with more nuance. 