Bruce Willis

Retrograde, sexist, and gleefully sadistic... pitiable and fearful in the language we go to the movies to learn. The old cop line 'There's nothing to see here' hardly applies.

Tarantinoid...the machinations are all familiar enough that your unoccupied brain may drift off to wonder how Hartnett's made a career out of bad haircuts.

The grabber premise of trying to evade a cordon of enemies to transport a man just 16 blocks runs low on ingenuity at the halfway point, bogging down in a too-familiar hostage standoff.

The voice work and animation are both a cut above the average, and the film's energy is brisk.

The perfect film for all those delusional, self-entitled American Idol rejects...darn it, this is America, where any man can lead a horse around his ranch in a spacesuit...

By the time the big finish rolls around, you'll be too jaded-too worn-down by the endless, pointless red herrings--to muster an interest in whodunnit.

A well-researched model of the true-crime genre...[and] close cinematic relative of Larry Clark's Bully.

Disappointingly generic...slips into last place in the series.

A scathing insider look at Hollywood...De Niro gives one of his most winning performances of recent years...

Like the box of generic corn flakes, Striking Distance isn't so terrible, but you'll forget it the second you're done with it.

Gilliam's polarizing style is at its near-best...a dazzling feat of storytelling that bristles with provocative ideas.

A smart little genre outing, an endangered species in modern Hollywood.

The color-corrected Life magazine pictorial-style imagery and excessive use of slo-mo are far more annoying than they are easy on the eyes, and the hyperactive editing is unbearable.

Once you've boogied out to Harold Faltermeyer's self-parodic "Axel F"-style music, it's all downhill from there.

Stars four Oscar-winning actors. It’s not every day that you’re able to use 'Helen Mirren' and 'heavy artillery' in the same sentence, but Red gives you the opportunity.

Moonrise Kingdom’s heartfelt search and rescue of a feel-good result provides a perfect, even musical counterpoint to its regimented summer camp.

Once blithely acceptable as American id, McClane's become the archetypal American idiot.