Markovics expertly projects every craven instinct and heartfelt yearning of the complex protagonist, making The Counterfeiters an experience as satisfying emotionally as intellectually.

A sort of cinematic comfort food: it's the mac and cheese of the cineplex.

The film gets a full 'This is a work of fiction' disclaimer, even noting that any resemblance to any person living or dead is unintentional. That tells you something about how much trust to put in these historical CliffsNotes.

A kid's movie for adults, a charming notion for a time of postmodern ennui.

A straight-ahead suspense melodrama, complete with villain and a climax with satisfyingly clean lines. But Gilroy constantly elevates the material with surprise gifts.

Butler, though puportedly attractive, gives a chipmunk-chipper performance that can only be described as supremely annoying.

The cinematic equivalent of the guy who runs up to a cop, grabs the cop's hat, throws it to the ground and takes a shit on it. One is left a bit speechless.

A sort of Ambien/No-Doz cocktail likely to send all but fanboy brains into self-protective shutoff mode.

No one but patrons with fistfuls of dollars can save this cash grab from itself.

The earnestness of Cage and tough-as-nails Moore backfires in the face of godawful dialogue and a very poorly established central conceit.

Tarantinoid...the machinations are all familiar enough that your unoccupied brain may drift off to wonder how Hartnett's made a career out of bad haircuts.

A painfully protracted muddle of dull deals and somnambulent standoffs.

It's bad news when a Bruckheimer movie makes one downright nostalgic for The Rock...

A rather exceptionally counter-cultural "teen movie"...raises authentic youth concerns and answers them with convincing integrity.

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.

The director's Fincher-esque style may finally beat out intellectual substance, but it's a fair fight, grounded in the existential horror of essential emotional truths.

Adheres to the popular tastes of its time; since this is an era of color-corrected, 5.1-surround-sound, pseudo-spiritual action epics, Gibson zealously tells his tale in action-movie language.

The perfect sort of movie to pay attention to in the back of a minivan.