Wondrous, weird, and sweetly innocent, Ponyo is a tale bursting with love, which is recommendation enough for the young and the young at heart. 

Wondrous, weird, and sweetly innocent, Ponyo is a tale bursting with love, which is recommendation enough for the young and the young at heart. 

Serves up soldiers, spies, politicians, reporters, and Iraqi civilians who speak almost entirely in clichés. 

Only slightly edgier and no more sensible than a Nicholas Sparks story. 

The sort-of picture-perfection of the suburban home...is a tenuous cover for the unpredictability of life, the short distance between the American Dream and the American nightmare. 

Malik’s boxed-in circumstances certainly press ethical questions for the viewer, but in Rahim’s psychologically acute performance, Malik is never less than understandable—more often than not, he’s disturbingly sympathetic. 

More tiresome than entertaining, especially with mind-numbing CGI exhaustion setting in early. 

The director’s shrewd and witty approach to the material demonstrates his finely tuned sense of the absurd. 

Multiplex entertainment this distinctive and provocative doesn’t come along every day: it’s a head trip well worth taking. 

Conspicuously pointless...an underachieving comedy of awkwardness. 

This highly incredible story lives and dies on its leading performances, so it's a damn good thing someone hired Jackson and Spacey to go toe to toe. 

Despite its grabber of a premise, Logan's Run flaunts poorly developed plot specifics; as such, it's terminally silly. Nevertheless, as a camp curio, it still has an odd but undeniable staying power. 

A stealth epic, framing an urban jungle and making its own kind of contemporary history by pairing acting giants Robert DeNiro and Al Pacino in what has arguably become the preminent cops-and-robbers movie. 

What to make of short-attention-span artists satirizing a short-attention-span world? 

Well-mined comic territory...dutifully—and it must be said, expertly—recreates the rough cinematography, cheesy production design...and incidental music that sounds like chintzy soul crossed with a Quinn-Martin TV score. 

Any subtlety or implicit social satire to be found in Joseph Ruben's original went out with the last neighborhood trash pickup. Too bad the service was canceled before it could haul away this waste-of-time remake. 

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. 

As punchy superhero entertainment for kids goes, this is fairly provocative stuff that should get the young'uns thinking along with their thrills. 

Some of the twelve short films are nice enough, some are shaky and a few are outright awful... 

A potent mood piece lifted by gorgeous cinematography, resonant performances and, above, all, Spielmann's sensitive filmmaking. 

A rather dull and unchallenging account of one woman's ambitious social climb in a man's world...If Chanel's early years were really this boring, why bother with them? 

The Notebook with a sci-fi twist...this love story made up of signs and wonders suggests to savor the time you have. 

'It's going to get Biblical!'...sets new standards of lunatic plotting as it goes about its smiting. 

Graham Greene it's not....Whitaker's striking work aside, The Last King of Scotland is insipid, obvious movieland history. 

A dash more authentic--or, at least, more subtle--than its Hollywood spawning and Taylor Hackford's come-on-strong take on [Ray] Charles would seem to predict. 

Winds up feeling strangely perfunctory. This is subject matter that should fascinate, rather than deliver an occasional droll observation. 

If only Morel and Besson would have committed to satirizing, instead of merely exploiting, this superficially cool, destructively cold archetype of American firepower, they could’ve had more than multiplex filler. 

A smart little genre outing, an endangered species in modern Hollywood. 

Can I interest you in a nice nap? 

A very impressive formal exercise in style and restraint... 

Davies, and especially Tennant, made Doctor Who more catchy than campy... 

Predictable and, in the end, embarrassingly sappy...[but] does touch on some interesting points about the ethics of drug trials and approvals, the entrepreneurial spirit, and the challenges of doing important work that isn’t a sure thing... 

A hall-of-mirrors investigation of extraordinary talent, emotionally stunted personality, a performer’s process, and the cruel mistress of celebrity...but it also serves as a powerful performance version of a last will and testament. 

No one can accuse the show of shrinking from dark psychological themes: the leading character of Nancy Botwin (Emmy winner Mary-Louise Parker) has spun more wildly out of control with each season... 

Okay, everybody, back to your shopping--there's nothing to see here. 

It’s a mark of Jackson’s lack of restraint as a filmmaker that the mystery-thriller elements and fantastic visualizations overtake the domestic drama that is the novel’s true raison d’être. 

As preposterous as this "Die Hard on a mountain" flick is, Cliffhanger remains one of the zestier big-budget action pictures of the nineties. 

Considered a dunderheaded big-budget flop in its day, Last Action Hero looks considerably better now in its creative self-parody. 

Sets thoughts swirling about three bitch-goddesses: the teenage variety (namely Megan Fox’s Jennifer), “success” in the commercial cinema, and that fickle mistress called hype. 

Endearingly packed to the rafters with ornate anachronistic artistry, Gilliam’s Imaginarium is a great place to window shop—and get lost for a spell. 

Call this one the thinking boy’s sex romp. 