A sincere effort to sound an echo into Kurt Cobain's cave....Van Sant turns photographic art into screen poetry.

Telegraphs its unsatisfying payoff for miles, has no fun getting there, but at least boasts a running time of 73 minutes, padded by a hilariously slow credit crawl.

Weaves the politics of borders into the comedy of human frailty...seasoned with the everyday absurdities of artificial social boundaries.

The 4400 Cast & Exec. Producers

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

Secrets and lies laid bare by a strong cast make Roos' happy endings cathartic and reassuring.

Michael Pitt on Gus Van Sant's Last Days and Career Highlights

The medium is also the message: the film itself has mana, offering "a gateway into a whole realm of knowledge," material and spiritual.

So much...is bungled with inept storytelling and watered-down dialogue, and Story is so powerless to right the course, that Fantastic Four winds up more dopey than fun.

A story that hasn't gone out of style....Perhaps Berri spoke for himself through the old man's self-summation: 'I don't have a church bell for a heart, but I respect life.'

Undead is sort of imaginative and considerably scattershot....succeeded only in making me groggy.

Never less than intriguing, and often adrenalized....[depicts] men who live harder than most "able-bodied" individuals.

Though Dark Water doesn't run deep....Salles keeps his head above [it]...with superior acting, mise en scene, story, script, and photography.

Has all the mechanized ingenuity of one of those dazzling Tripods, but the bigger they are....it's the gutless ending that renders War of the Worlds most insulting.

A wasted opportunity to tell in filmic terms two important histories: the crimes of apartheid and the love with which they were answered.

Coming soon to a theatre near you: "Water Wings," with Adam Sandler coaching a swim team, and "With a Paddle," starring Eddie Murphy as a ping-pong coach.

Gus Van Sant on Gus Van Sant's Last Days and Career Highlights

Romero delivers the satire and the gory action...[but this] isn't the masterpiece the posters claim. Still, lackluster Romero is better than no Romero at all...

Dance as an expression of the African collective unconsciousness, an expression of the anger born of oppression, and an expression of faith to overcome hardship.

This G-rated charmer will make a guiltless and educational outing for parents of grade-schoolers...even if it does tenaciously anthropomorphize the cute, wee wobblers.

Overlong and a bit overcooked...but it's also properly grueling.

Herbie: Fully Loaded, with its emotional-roller-coaster story beats, will work like gangbusters with kids.

Cranial scars; a robot in a yellow jumpsuit; gypsy thugs; catfights; Ted Raimi doing hip-hop; a mauve, tasseled Vespa; and a salad bar....C'mon: you know you want it.

How bearable you'll find [the film] has everything to do with your tolerance for stylized indie poetry, played mostly in a quirky, anesthetized deadpan.

Press and Blunt['s] characterizations are expressively detailed and never rely on declamatory dialogue or excessive behavior.

The ne plus ultra of comic-book films...an appropriately tough movie, busy but efficient, rich and thoughtful, and ornamented with visual appeal and exciting action.

Ozon presents no easy answers, but his often incisive "show, don't tell" character study makes touching emotional observations of marital folly.

Exhibits an Alice in Wonderland puckishness in its characters and their absurd situations, and an underlying spiritual calm [unlike] the usual animated franticness.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith has a one-joke premise, and it's one we've seen before....But Liman fights valiantly to sustain the newfangled comic tango and largely succeeds.

A modest film, and a messy one...about a modest, messy life...Reigert and Shapiro mine delicate humor from unpleasant situations.

Layer Cake always pulls itself up by its bootsraps whenever its energy threatens to flag.

It's hard to shake the feeling that Hardwicke's film is a stunt itself, with talented young actors dolled up in skater drag to peddle Peralta's...self-mythology.

America Ferrera on The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and Career Highlights

I see no compelling reason to begrudge the kiddies of this mostly amiable timewaster, but this one's hardly destined to join the crowded top shelf of animated winners.

So sound in its construction and...[its] space-operatic catharsis that even the nitpickiest fanboy will likely adopt a humbly mumbled "All is forgiven" as a daily mantra.

Dance allows Dench to overact her lovestruck nervousness...By the time he stages a hay-baling montage, you'll have had enough of this close-but-no-cigar misfire.

A roughhouse between the Hayes's dingbatty script...and director Sera's winking and surprisingly skillful treatment of it...ultimately disappointing.

Too shapeless...but the topic is worthy, and the onslaught of trivia and quirky anecdotes hold interest for the film's 75 minutes.

The Dickensian trials of a poor shackled martial artist, but save your great expectations for the next summer action movie.

"At the end of the day, building a better mousetrap is just mechanics." Within that comment is the philosophy of director Renny Harlin...you'd best lower your expectations.

Something happens halfway through the movie: star Will Ferrell cuts loose...Suddenly, we're in a cauldron of blood and coffee and Gatorade.

Arnaud Desplechin's domestic comedy-drama spins emotions like plates in a variety show.

If you've ever wondered what Jane Fonda would look like while scaring off a bear, the ghastly Monster-In-Law is the movie for you.

It's impossible...to dismiss a film with this much stuff: exotic production design, imaginative characters, and a wide variety of digital jedi fu.

Begin by blaming leads that lack charisma outside of their model bodies, move on to the cheap technique of pounding soundtrack blasts...arrive at the comically clichéd script.