Kevin Pollack

The plot is such hooey...and the plot holes so gaping that End of Days proves more exasperating than enjoyable.

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

While it's fair to call The Usual Suspects a gimmick in search of a movie, one could say something similar of, say, an Agatha Christie mystery.

If the mere mention of the blue-footed booby sends you into paroxysms, The Big Year is the film for you.