Andy Fickman

Gets by because it knows it's dorky. It's happily dorky. It's proudly dorky.

If it's possible for a movie to be agressively bland, Race to Witch Mountain is that movie.

Like staring at whorehouse wallpaper: it's sort of interesting, but you have a strong feeling you might be wasting your time.

The Baby Boomer teaming no one was asking for—Billy Crystal and Bette Midler—melded to that most moribund of genres, rugrats 'comedy'...