Richard Jenkins

Feature films about sexual harassment are hardly a dime a dozen, so Niki Caro's North Country—gawky though it may be at times—comes as welcome.

Starts out as a nifty satire, then turns ghastly for most of its running time.

Sour candy...redeemed by its humor and its clever construction, harkening back to the relatively optimistic crime comedy Fargo.

Mike Nichols' underrated 1994 hybrid not only of wolf and man, but also of satire and horror...an eccentric film that may well be regarded, decades hence, as a movie classic.

Like a couple of hours of channel-surfing among the Travel Channel, the History Channel and Discovery Health.

Julia Roberts and voluptuous production value contribute mightily to this ultimate of wish-fulfillment tales.

A next-generation Scream, a self-referential horror film that tongue-in-cheekily deconstructs its own genre.

Currish...the film's niche audience is indiscriminate aging dog lovers; people lovers should look elsewhere.    

[McQuarrie] spreads a unearned veneer of intelligence over...a plot one character aptly describes as 'grassy-knoll ludicrous.'

Kids...will probably ho-hum their way through Turbo happily enough and forget it moments later. But they deserve better, too, than this lackluster, generic kiddie flick.

Hums along nicely as it diagnoses what Dr. Judith calls 'the least-parented, least-nurtured generation—ever.' It's funny without being broad, thanks to a fine ensemble...