Isla Fisher

Seen with forgiving eyes, Wedding Crashers is trashy, raunchy fun.

One of the most enjoyable films of the year to date, Scott Frank's The Lookout has all the good points and none of the bad of a screenwriter-turned-director labor of love.

Hollywood likes nothing more than having its cake and eating it too, which explains the confusions of P.J. Hogan’s Confessions of a Shopaholic.

I suspect the young'uns will...take a shine to the hero of Rango: a chameleon that's part Kermit the Frog, part street-corner kook (and all Johnny Depp, who supplies the often hilarious voice).

Something of a train wreck...[but] comedy scavengers may find it worthwhile to pick through the remains for a few amusing gags.

Even if the cause and effect of the plot proves fairly impenetrable...one can't deny the film is frequently visually resplendent and imaginative...

So preposterous in its particulars, so ludicrous in its lowdown, that you're liable to kick yourself silly for having bothered to play along.

Only in a well-populated movie theater can one truly appreciate the sound of silence when Gadot’s character boasts she could crack a walnut with her vagina. And that, my friends, is the funniest joke in the picture.