Cutesy stuff, breezily amusing but...a basically weightless and disposable date movie. 

Cutesy stuff, breezily amusing but...a basically weightless and disposable date movie. 

Partly an internalized memory play and partly a strident drama in the vein of Strindberg or Ibsen, Ingmar Bergman's latest swan song to cinema bears the mark of a master. 

A sincere effort to sound an echo into Kurt Cobain's cave....Van Sant turns photographic art into screen poetry. 

Telegraphs its unsatisfying payoff for miles, has no fun getting there, but at least boasts a running time of 73 minutes, padded by a hilariously slow credit crawl. 

Seen with forgiving eyes, Wedding Crashers is trashy, raunchy fun. 

Secrets and lies laid bare by a strong cast make Roos' happy endings cathartic and reassuring. 

The medium is also the message: the film itself has mana, offering "a gateway into a whole realm of knowledge," material and spiritual. 

So much...is bungled with inept storytelling and watered-down dialogue, and Story is so powerless to right the course, that Fantastic Four winds up more dopey than fun. 
A story that hasn't gone out of style....Perhaps Berri spoke for himself through the old man's self-summation: 'I don't have a church bell for a heart, but I respect life.' 

Undead is sort of imaginative and considerably scattershot....succeeded only in making me groggy. 

Never less than intriguing, and often adrenalized....[depicts] men who live harder than most "able-bodied" individuals. 

Though Dark Water doesn't run deep....Salles keeps his head above [it]...with superior acting, mise en scene, story, script, and photography. 

Has all the mechanized ingenuity of one of those dazzling Tripods, but the bigger they are....it's the gutless ending that renders War of the Worlds most insulting. 

Coming soon to a theatre near you: "Water Wings," with Adam Sandler coaching a swim team, and "With a Paddle," starring Eddie Murphy as a ping-pong coach. 

Romero delivers the satire and the gory action...[but this] isn't the masterpiece the posters claim. Still, lackluster Romero is better than no Romero at all... 

Dance as an expression of the African collective unconsciousness, an expression of the anger born of oppression, and an expression of faith to overcome hardship. 

As needless remakes go, Dawn of the Dead ain't half bad. George Romero's 1979 original was a B-movie masterpiece blending brutal terror and sick humor. If Zack Snyder's "re-envisioning" "improves" on... 

This G-rated charmer will make a guiltless and educational outing for parents of grade-schoolers...even if it does tenaciously anthropomorphize the cute, wee wobblers. 

Overlong and a bit overcooked...but it's also properly grueling. 

Herbie: Fully Loaded, with its emotional-roller-coaster story beats, will work like gangbusters with kids. 

Cranial scars; a robot in a yellow jumpsuit; gypsy thugs; catfights; Ted Raimi doing hip-hop; a mauve, tasseled Vespa; and a salad bar....C'mon: you know you want it. 

How bearable you'll find [the film] has everything to do with your tolerance for stylized indie poetry, played mostly in a quirky, anesthetized deadpan. 

Press and Blunt['s] characterizations are expressively detailed and never rely on declamatory dialogue or excessive behavior. 

Ozon presents no easy answers, but his often incisive "show, don't tell" character study makes touching emotional observations of marital folly. 

Many saw Hotel Rwanda, the docudramatic tale that celebrated local hero Paul Rusesabagina. Peter Raymont's documentary Shake Hands with the Devil covers similar ground, but traffics in ambiguity. It... 

Exhibits an Alice in Wonderland puckishness in its characters and their absurd situations, and an underlying spiritual calm [unlike] the usual animated franticness. 

Mr. and Mrs. Smith has a one-joke premise, and it's one we've seen before....But Liman fights valiantly to sustain the newfangled comic tango and largely succeeds. 

A modest film, and a messy one...about a modest, messy life...Reigert and Shapiro mine delicate humor from unpleasant situations. 

Layer Cake always pulls itself up by its bootsraps whenever its energy threatens to flag. 

It's hard to shake the feeling that Hardwicke's film is a stunt itself, with talented young actors dolled up in skater drag to peddle Peralta's...self-mythology. 

Two flop sequels to William Friedkin's 1973 fright classic The Exorcist—one in 1977 and one in 1990--should have been enough to convince Warner Brothers to leave well enough alone. Now, the pre... 

I see no compelling reason to begrudge the kiddies of this mostly amiable timewaster, but this one's hardly destined to join the crowded top shelf of animated winners. 

So sound in its construction and...[its] space-operatic catharsis that even the nitpickiest fanboy will likely adopt a humbly mumbled "All is forgiven" as a daily mantra. 

Dance allows Dench to overact her lovestruck nervousness...By the time he stages a hay-baling montage, you'll have had enough of this close-but-no-cigar misfire. 

A roughhouse between the Hayes's dingbatty script...and director Sera's winking and surprisingly skillful treatment of it...ultimately disappointing. 

Too shapeless...but the topic is worthy, and the onslaught of trivia and quirky anecdotes hold interest for the film's 75 minutes. 

The Dickensian trials of a poor shackled martial artist, but save your great expectations for the next summer action movie. 

"At the end of the day, building a better mousetrap is just mechanics." Within that comment is the philosophy of director Renny Harlin...you'd best lower your expectations. 

Something happens halfway through the movie: star Will Ferrell cuts loose...Suddenly, we're in a cauldron of blood and coffee and Gatorade. 

Arnaud Desplechin's domestic comedy-drama spins emotions like plates in a variety show. 