Queen Latifah

You'll empathize with Plowright's appropriation from Dorothy Parker: 'What fresh hell is this?'

Jerryrigged out of painful stereotypes...so offensive, crude, and dumb that the occasional legitimate satire and good-natured family-values message are effectively negated.

You may not "get krunked" with Beauty Shop, but you know what you're getting into. It's sitcom-ready material that delivers on its promise.

We're a long way from the creative energy, heart, and charm of Henson's Muppet movies, even though I'm not ready for the Henson Company to stop trying.

A better way to seize the day would be to do something other than sitting through the sitcomedic Last Holiday.

A fantasy, so it's not obligated to be logical, but it should at least have internal logic and follow its own set of rules. A failure to do so untethers the film.

A straightforward, unfussy musical comedy, one that entertains twice as much as the dour Dreamgirls.

A typical studio cast-off...[not] enough to justify letting go of your own hard-earned cash.

Has enough crisp sight gags, character moments, frantic mayhem, and musical interludes...to box the family crowd into a state of punch-drunk love.

Now, don't get me wrong. Valentine's Day is bad. But it's difficult to hate a Garry Marshall movie.

The mammoths and their mammalian buddies...take direction from [a] lunatic weasel...to SAVE THE WORLD by DIVERTING THE PATH OF AN ASTEROID (emphasis mine).