Knoller manages to make even a withdrawn character compelling, and worth rooting for as Yossi struggles to shed his shell.

Hava Nagila (The Movie) guarantees that the next time you hear the song at a party, you won’t think of it quite the same way. Of course, that won’t slow anyone rushing to the dance floor.

The intriguing subject, unfortunately, collapses under too many talky scenes of the samurai discussing their feelings and gossiping about who loves whom.

This bizarre, uneven comedy is notable mostly for the unsettling presence of Nicole Kidman in full, kinky, sex-kitten mode.

Many of the story lines offer only superficial insight into the characters; Silver's rich but unhappy mogul has been done far too many times.

Reynolds is the best thing about Van Wilder.

Wolpert and Reynolds seem to be aiming for the ''Titantic'' audience at the expense of sophistication and historical relevance. It's too bad. The able cast, not to mention Alexandre Dumas, deserves better.

It's better to see it on the stage... a moderately enjoyable film that lacks the awe-inspiring visual and aural aplomb of Montreal-based Cirque du Soleil's live shows.

The story is unique and engaging enough to transcend the uplifting sports-underdog formula.

The movie moves predictably to its formulaic finale, which -- unwittingly perhaps -- reprises Plummer's own sugary classic, ''The Sound of Music.''

Packaged fluff aimed low, and patronizingly, at Spears's legion of young female fans.

The script boasts some tart TV-insider humor, but the film has not a trace of humanity or empathy.

The film doesn't have enough innovation or pizazz to attract teenagers, and it lacks the novel charm that made ''Spy Kids'' a surprising winner with both adults and younger audiences.

Neither the comedy nor the romance is strong enough in Immigration Tango to offer any improvement on Peter Weir's similar, and better, 1990 film "Green Card."

Any originality in this new movie is overwhelmed by its lazy eagerness to embrace the new standard for R-rated comedy.

Unfortunately, the potential for screwball comedy is wasted because L!fe Happens never finds its thematic tone or comedic rhythm.

You don’t have to be Jewish to love borscht belt humor, or gay to love camp, or French to love farce. But when all three are thrown into a blender with a dollop of generic family dysfunction, as is the case in Let My People Go!, oy vey doesn’t begin to address the result.

Crude, lewd comedy that makes ''Animal House'' seem wholesome.

Tawdry, trashy yawn-fest that makes the viewer long for the days when bad girls were dangerous dames with sultry style.

With a plot devoid of suspense and characters without complexity, Rand's iconic line elicits merely a yawn, or a shrug.

A video game cum movie that substitutes shrieking decibel levels for a coherent plot and any resemblance to originality.