There's no chemistry between Zellweger and Connick, and there's not a moment in which anything anyone does feels remotely plausible.

The Ugly Truth serves up yet another tightly wound career woman, ripe for chopping up, tenderizing and ravishing by an alpha male who knows what's good for her.

Lumbering comedy, adapted by Larry Doyle from his own novel.

First-time feature director Peter Billingsley could have enlivened the action with more vigorous editing. Everything takes too long, and the slapstick sequences are particularly lethargic.

Indeed, despite occasional attempts at plot and character, this is basically a roast with scenery.

Produced in partnership with YouTube and distributed by National Geographic Films, the documentary Life in a Day is offspring with the worst genetic traits of both: narcissism on a global scale, speckled with pretty pictures. In a world without books or magazines, this is the movie people would watch in the waiting room at the dentist's office.

Whichever side of the aisle you inhabit, you will leave The Iron Lady feeling disgusted; you will also feel cheated - of information, insight or even an identifiable point of view.

Without much actual character to latch on to, most of the actors seem lost and awkward, even the usually dependable Hall.

The movie maintains its sense of style throughout, but that hardly matters as the story just gets stupider and stupider.

With 26 films, one for each letter of the alphabet, one might expect enough gems in the mix to make up for any stinkers. That's sadly not the case.

Feels from start to finish like a throwback to the action cinema and military thrillers of decades past.

The overused homages and a tacked-on twist ending are just failed attempts to save Repo Men from its own shallow blood lust.

What possessed Liv Tyler to take a role in this sadistic, unmotivated home-invasion flick.

Alas, there's scarcely a moment of ingenuity or surprise in this tale of the supremely smug, unmarried-but-made-for-each-other Brad and Kate.

Dunno about the Earth, but time certainly stands still for a goodly portion of Scott Derrickson's expensively produced but utterly boneheaded remake of The Day the Earth Stood Still.

Hard to say what's dumber, the premise or the characters in William Olsson's trashily preposterous An American Affair.

McAdams glows, as always, but Bana looks drained: I guess all that time-shifting leaves its mark on the complexion as well as the soul.

If it's about anything at all, the lame new comedy All About Steve is mostly about Mary, a logorrheic crossword compiler with too much arcane information in her head -- and the social skills of an excitable 6-year-old boy.

This Arthur cravenly turns Susan into a monstrous status-seeker, making her less of a human being and thus much easier for Arthur to trample over in securing a meaningful adult relationship.

Without the humor, the stereotypes that define these characters aren't satirical; they're just mean-spirited and dull.

At its heart, Garry Marshall's New Year's Eve is soup made of rocks.

None of it is inherently funny - as evidenced by how many scenes depend for a punchline on Hill swearing at one child or another.

The movie uses the mutt's disappearance as a frame on which to hang a well-worn package of fatally mild domestic disorder, then resolve it in what feels like real time. Let's just say that the dog gets the best lines.

Jesse's nobility is one of the primary reasons Liberal Arts is so hard to take.

For all its strenuous feints at fair play, though, Won't Back Down is something less honorable - a propaganda piece with blame on its mind.

Tragically unfunny, Frankie is occasionally elevated by some of its gifted and game cast, but the film's nasty, comedically incoherent script limits its potential.

The new Red Dawn's body count is as high as its predecessor's. But the fatalism in all of Milius' projects - even the silliest ones - has weight. That's not the case with the remake, whose portrayal of violence derives more from video games than from history.

Style can be a risky thing in a movie like this, which aspires above all to inoffensiveness. Originally titled "Playing the Field," which was deemed too racy, this rom-com would have been more aptly renamed "Running Out the Clock."