Halle Berry

For most of Die Another Day's incorrigible 132 minutes, I had a bloody good time.

Runs hot and cold, but mostly satisfies with its "upgraded" science-fiction razzle-dazzle.

I'm hard-pressed not to recommend Robots as an energetic family-movie distraction...[but] plotting is...mechanical.

A full-fledged mutant jamboree, but one that blunts thematic and character development in favor of narrative expediency.

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.

I tell ya, I haven't heard this much talk about ball-dropping since the junior high locker room.

The Wachowskis and Tykwer are determined to make you understand eternity, and in that and only that, they succeed: by the time you get to the film’s endless series of endings, you’ll feel as if you’ve lived lifetimes.

What makes [it] more than just a thrilling science-fiction actioner is the past-present poignancy allowed by time travel and astral projection, indulging everyone's fantasy of telling a younger self what he or she needs to hear.