Cody Clark

The execution is crisp and the fundamentals are solid. Like its protagonist, Finding Forrester got game.

The only thing about this movie that will haunt you is its boggling ineptitude.

The result is a feast for the eyes but frequently a famine for the frontal lobes, a movie of towering imagination and middling rewards.

Rises instantly above its genre merely by taking the time to develop its characters and scenario.

The movie is more or less competent for being what it is. Of course, I could say the same of most brick walls -- but I'd hardly recommend that you pay eight bucks to sit in front of one for two hours.

Has its share of small pleasures.

Allen's good with the material, but Hunt sparkles, repeatedly razoring her diminutive antagonist to shreds.

A movie interesting enough in its conception to appeal to adults winds up being best suited to preadolescent sensibilities.

The best kind of summer blockbuster -- the kind that makes you immediately crave a sequel.

Something of a featherweight, but it's also a positively divine comedy.

A teenage movie that trusts its audience -- it sounds crazy, but it's actually quite beautiful.

A wide-eyed, action-adventure throwback to the era of Disney's magnificent adaptation of "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea."

Because so little of what occurs on-screen either engages or entertains, there's ample time for the boiler of your self-respect to build up quite a head of indignation at the forfeiture of your time, money, and (exceedingly minimal) cerebral exertion.

Whenever the movie's not in the midst of a cinematic spoof it loses considerable steam.

McDonald makes for an appealingly befuddled bloke, and the sprightly Montgomery would turn any blighter's head. In a better movie, we'd care about what happened to them.

Mad About Mambo's steps may be as familiar as the hokeypokey, but there's just enough gusto in the execution to make it a guilty pleasure.

The actors playing the team members have stereotypical roles, but these kids have got game.

Almost nothing happens for most of the movie.

As romantic comedies go, this is definitely not one you'd take to the altar, but you might enjoy having a cup of coffee with it.

This wretched jumbo helping of Christian Fundamentalist agitprop takes itself entirely too seriously to be anything but ploddingly dull.

Oh-so-tiresomely familiar.

Thinking (logically or otherwise) about this movie is a waste of your brain cells.

High drama this ain't. And yet, anyone looking for a hearty banquet of gymnastic, kung-fu tomfoolery won't walk away hungry.

This saga of one robot's determined quest to become human is so coldly calculated it could give you frostbite.

Folks who are desperate to ogle Hewitt and Weaver probably can't be warned off this turkey.

It's a yabba-dabba-delight.

Spacey and Bridges -- generally provide exactly the level of investment required for their characters to be convincing. Neither one showboats, and both make good use of the dry humor in Leavitt's script.

Comes off as an exceedingly pleasant, wistful romantic romp.