I won't pretend there aren't moments of sweetness here--there are, aplenty. But the promise of true emotion goes bust with bad acting, cheap writing and false sentiment.

This is the kind of movie that nice people call ambitious. Let's just leave it at that.

Gere and Binoche are both terribly miscast--one far too charismatic, the other far too dowdy, which is something for Juliette Binoche. And the spelling bees? Dull. Dreary.

I guess there's something progressive going on when a lesbian love story gets to be just as dreadful and tacky as most straight ones.

A poor man's "When Harry Met Sally."

A mostly bland, sporadically crude, by-the-numbers romantic comedy about two gay men in love.

A huge waste of talent (Witherspoon's) and time (ours), a supernatural romantic comedy that is neither romantic, comedic, super or natural.

Not funny because it's not true.

A childish and visually repetitive movie, ham-fisted, proselytizing and overtly simplified.

It's all neat and sweet and one-dimensional, more the moral to a story than a story.

Cherot shot G on a tight schedule, but instead of this age-old indie predicament generating a certain scrappy passion, the film just looks cheap.

Maybe if Mindel had focused more on his characters, less on the silly "noir" trickery, his film would do Garity justice. As it is, go find better work, kid.

I have a sneaking suspicion that Running Scared could become a cult classic.

There's really just not a lot here. I'm sure Racer's story will entertain the very wee ones -- but so do keys.

An exhausting, predictable, even maddening moviegoing experience.

The fatal flaw in David Duchovny's big-screen directorial debut, House of D, is not Robin Williams as a retarded janitor. It's David Duchovny, the man who chose to cast Robin Williams as a retarded janitor.

Mark my words: Mindhunters will do for psycho-thrillers what "Showgirls" did for stripper movies.

Commenting on performances here is like critiquing the production design of a porno--it's beside the point. Briefly: Knoxville, bad choice, man. Reynolds, you make a good villain. Simpson, lovely posing. Scott, you're from Minnesota and it shows--but I bet stunt driving school was fun.

Could have been a funny movie. There are a few truths about food-service that McKittrick gets right but doesn't fully exploit.

Phony, disingenuous family entertainment, suffocated by its green bean casserole approach to Middle America, spineless cardboard characters and paper-thin plot "twists."