Kiefer Sutherland

Willfully stupid and obvious for most of its running time, this serial-killer thriller lulls the audience into one gasp-worthy, rug-pulling moment that, while stupid, isn't exactly obvious.

Strictly boilerplate...fail[s] to pursue any interesting avenues, using the cardboard characters as mere shooting-range targets.

Proyas assembles his inspirations into a unique amalgam with the power of myth to tap the fears and desires of our collective unconscious.

The coup de grace comes in the form of Ginormica, a clever metaphor of figurative and literal female empowerment...Plus there’s lots of explosions.

In the end, the trashy but entertaining Season Seven will be best remembered for giving the show 'buzz' again.

The director's emotional sadism and laughable bluntness in his symbolic approach leave us in the cold, to pick through the art-auction catalog of Manuel Alberto Claro's cinematography and contemplate Dunst's award-winning suffering.

Exquisitely captures the vulnerability not only of youth, but of the male identity.

A bit like its own villain, Mount Vesuvius: massive, full of hot air, and brainless.