Gerard Butler

Roars to life in its least intimate passages...If not for his blind spot for his "angel in hell" Phantom, Schumacher would do Webber's popular entertainment justice.

Dear Frankie isn't a good film, but it is a nice little movie...[about] what can happen when people become the conscious artists of their own lives.

Primally, 300 has a grunting, gut impact...Primarily, it's constructed of fudged history and creative slaughtering, making it a somewhat disturbing American busman's holiday.

Butler, though puportedly attractive, gives a chipmunk-chipper performance that can only be described as supremely annoying.

Overplayed: there are entirely too many beaming smiles and emotional flip-outs...the only reason to see this movie is Foster, whose overplaying somehow succeeds at charming where her costars fail.

Breaks no new ground for movies or for Ritchie, but it is an amusing diversion and therefore a return to form.

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

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

The 3D is justified, mostly by flying sequences that are certain to fuel the dreams of many a child.

Butler delivers an unconvincing performance that's part and parcel of a phony film lacking in any narrative subtlety or finesse.

There’s a nobility in a well-made teen movie, not least because of the rarity of the breed...[this] sports movie concerned with the physical, emotional, and moral development of a young man fruitfully aspires to the likes of Breaking Away.

Another day at the Romantic Comedy Factory:
'...Pull me down a Gerard Butler and a Jessica Biel, will ya?'

While delivering the epic goods, the How to Train Your Dragon franchise continues to keep its eye on helping kids become better people, and that's a cause worth fighting for.

The little franchise that could is all grown up and ready to leave the nest, so wipe that tear away, and say your goodbyes, kids...For now...