Lacks the comic style or abandon to make its cynical turn on male-female relationships anything more than a short-lived stunt.

Fires nothing but blanks.

Most discomforting of all is the sight of world-class actors stuck in such threadbare material.

A collection of sentimental and emotional moments in search of a movie.

Fails to stir the emotions despite its heavily melodramatic drive.

A woefully under-realized story of small-time boxers enjoying perhaps their last moment in the spotlight.

Will greatly peeve many hardcore fans.

Misbegotten, unimaginative buddy pic.

Pity the children for whom this is their intro to the world of Grimm, for while pic stays to basic outline of the original story in opening and closing sections, the large middle is stuffed with badly staged slapstick and painful stabs at hip dialogue in an arch attempt to cater to modern kids.

This deliberately pre-'90s slice of rock 'n' roll-tinged sci-fi horror, decorated with anything but the latest in special effects, seems particularly grungy and marginal.

A sign that the Sandler comedy empire is expanding and reaching new depths of pure gross-out stupidity.

Feels entirely a part of an already faded go-go era. Pic is too late by a mile and rightly dumped in a few theaters by Fox, which will doubtless send it to video bins faster than you can say gigabyte.

Sadly symbolizes the decline of the Western. The 36th bigscreen version of the exploits of the James-Younger Gang is one of the least convincing.

A comedy in the last century and a drama in the new one. At least, that's the dumbfounding impression left by writer-director Oliver Parker's utterly miscalculated film adaptation of Wilde's play.

A lineup of comic actors running on empty long before the dust settles.

Remote, non-involving and finally incomprehensible.

Has the stench less of rotting flesh than the whiff of a thoughtless quickie.

Though Muniz and Bynes make a somewhat likable team, their funniest skills are dampened by the material's insistent stupidity.

Surely one of the most frantic, virulent and foul-natured Christmas season pic ever delivered by a Hollywood studio.

Amateurish, undramatic and bereft of any sense of pacing.

A lark gone utterly awry.

An odd case of filmmaking with a crystal-clear subject but no guiding dramatic premise.

Even dumb farce has to be built on logic, but that crumbles in the face of a set of tired routines playing off of stock types.

Pic is hermetically sealed in a synthetic wrapping that's so total -- Sony's top-flight high-def cameras, visibly low-budget CG work, exceptionally hackneyed and imitative action and dialogue --that it arrives a nearly lifeless film.

Perfs are either absurdly stiff or over-the-top, and effects and makeup look like they were made in someone's garage.

Haplessly blends live-action and visually repellent computer-animated work.

Though the superhero's fans have long awaited his close-up, the Devil's bounty hunter -- complete with a burning skull for a head and a killer motorcycle in flames --materializes in a movie that never measures up to his infernal potential.

Writer-director Jack Piandaryan appears as tone-deaf to his miscalculated dialogue as he is unable to eke out convincing perfs from his cast.