Tyrese Gibson

Guilty-pleasure action sequences...amped-up visuals and hearty, young stars...the problem is that the stilted dialogue and style-over-substance form seem instantly dated.

With its ballsy, bar-raising disregard of sense, this solid sequel mildly improves upon the original...summer movie camp 2 gleefully preposterous 2 be dismissed.

Flatly retells a high-concept Boy's Life adventure story that's hard to break, but easy to bleed of its significance.

Call Four Brothers a guilty pleasure....Singleton may go for easy laughs, but he gets them; the gut-level jolts may be ridiculous, but he delivers them (with style).

A corny, eighties throwback, with thematic mushiness, regressive sexual politics, and cheesy montages to match.

A sort of Ambien/No-Doz cocktail likely to send all but fanboy brains into self-protective shutoff mode.

Never in the field of blockbuster movies has so much been spent on so little.

Intensely juvenile, casually sexist, and blatantly stupid in ways that few if any over the age of 'T for Teen' or bereft of a Y chromosome could enjoy.