Ugly, awful, nasty, mean spirited, vile, wretched, unpleasant, unholy, garbage. I do believe Elisabeth Shue may have retroactively undone her Oscar nomination by being in this drek. Few films are this hateful in their depiction of the mentally retarded. Molly (the character and the film) is a menace.

Movie sucks, Cusack rules. He adds that second star all on his own.

A very intelligent and honest film about the nature of relationships and how they can often sour. It's well-written and acted but it's not terribly "entertaining" per se, and it's definitely a little too long. I admire it for it's maturity and nuance, but all the same I think it could have done better by choosing either comedy or drama rather than trying to balance the two so perilously. Good, but not great.

A miserable, awful film that is so mannered, so cold, and so slow-paced as to make drying paint seem exciting by comparison. The horrid, ugly cinematography doesn't help at all either - this movie looks like it was shot on tape and blown up to 35mm film which was then smeared in feces. It's a boring, unpleasant slog and probably the worst film of the year so far.

Well-written, competently acted, beautifully shot...I wish I could say I loved it, but I have my reservations. They hide the violence too much. I wanted to actually see the kills, but they obscure most of them with camera pans or editing tricks. That's pretty weak for a story all about killing. I also think more backstory would have helped because there was so much I didn't understand. It's OK but not great.

I suppose I should be outraged at what a mockery this "Americanized" film makes of Honda's original masterpiece, but my goodness "King of the Monsters" is just so hilariously bad that I can't help but enjoy myself when watching it. Raymond Burr's performance is awful - he seems slightly annoyed by the proceedings rather than terrified of the monster - and the editing is sloppy. It's perfect accidental comedy.

An absolutely ravishing film which brings to life the idea that your whole life flashes before your eyes right before you die. In this case, it's the life of a Don Juan-type, who recalls the many sensuous and erotic encounters of his life, while other memories fleetingly dance by (some for only a couple of frames) into the ether as the mind fades away. A dazzling, lyrical film which I will surely revisit many times.

My opinion of this film drops the more I think about it. I initially liked it as a sweet trifle, but further contemplation leaves me kinda-sorta hating it. It's too silly by half and not the least bit ambitious. Just play it big and broad to make the people laugh and then tack on some fake drama to make 'em cry and BAM - you made art. Bah. It's insulting how safe this movie plays - as if we couldn't handle more.

If you're going to rip off John Ford and Stanley Kubrick, at least have the decency to do it well. This...this is so pale an imitation that it's practically not there. The plot is unfocused, the titular horse has little to do with anything, and the hokey melodramatics can be heard creaking because of how worn out they are. This is just lazy film making from a lazy director.

Few films find the humor in utter despair the way Young Adult does. This film dives deep into the awfulness of life itself and still makes you laugh, without having to compromise it's unspeakably bleak moral. Everyone involved in this film is fearless, most of all Charlize Theron, who deserves to win an Oscar for her perfectly nuanced performance of depression evolving into something far more deeply disturbing.

I think you can actually hear the cinema's dying breaths if you listen really closely during the ending dance number. The movie certainly feels like the last gasps of a doomed art. Incoherent, stupid, inane, drek that totals to an almost nihilistic experience. Be careful when you stare into this void - it stares right back.

Trier blows his load right off the bat with a gorgeous, brief montage of apocalyptic imagery. And then he expects us to sit through two hours of plotless shaky cam horseshit just to get to more pretty devastation. A few good moments keep it just barely aloft, but otherwise this movie is practically drowning in it;s own self-pitying sorrow. Keep your therapy to yourself, Lars. It's only interesting to you.

A surprisingly entertaining little movie from the usually-clumsy Kendrick brothers. Giants is better in just about every regard than their other stuff: the pacing is quicker, the writing is smoother and far less forced with the religious aspect (setting the film at a Christian academy helps), the photography is slick and professional, and the acting is decent, with a very strong lead by Alex Kendrick. I liked it.

There's no denying the gobsmacking beauty of Tarsem's vision, but the narrative is too cluttered, unfocused and lacking in drive to carry all that weight for as long as the film goes on. It's not bad by any stretch, but some fat-trimming and a leaner running time would have made this a lot better as a pure visual spectacle. As it is, it's a gorgeous film that begins to crumble under it's own grandiosity by the end.

Why oh why couldn't their be a zero-stars option so I could give this wretched movie the rating it truly deserves?

Vera Farmiga makes a confident and impressive directorial debut with this quiet but still powerful spiritual earthquake of a film. She also impresses in front of the camera as a woman moving into, out of, parallel and perpendicular to faith in Christ as she struggles to find fulfillment and keeps failing to find it. With a subtle, gentle touch, Farmiga captures a whole lifetime of doubt with tremendous grace.

The only serial killer movie where the human victims are outnumbered by the inanimate victims. Cars, fridges, buses, dog houses, etc. all get blown to kingdom come, and only one person actually dies. Also: lame SAW rip-offs shouldn't have Christian morality play nonsense tacked on. It just feels...weird.

Scenes out of order, SFX unfinished, no clear resolution, and a WTF ending stinger so nonsensical it almost seems like a blooper. I think everybody just got fed up, walked off set and left this crap incomplete. And then Universal apparently just dumped the unedited workprint into theaters just to see if anyone is dumb enough to pay to see it. A monumental disaster.

Admittedly, it's actually kinda cool to hear the BeeGees playing Beatles songs, but Peter Frampton's godawful lead vocals ruin that a little bit. As far as the movie as a whole: a wretched, painful experience devoid of joy. The attempt at telling the story purely as rock opera (IE: no dialogue, only singing) fails miserably as the script struggles to make coherent narrative out of the psychedelic lyrics.

I'm fairly certain that Miranda July is the only filmmaker in the world who could use a talking cat to expose the vapidity and futility of human existence so effectively. If a terminally-ill stray can find joy in the very fact of existing, why can't two well-off hipsters find joy in each other or themselves? This hypnotic, dreamlike masterpiece makes the case that they ought to be ashamed, even if they don't know it.

I'll admit - this movie scared the wits out of me. The very idea of going to the moon and running the risk of getting stranded creeps me out and Apollo 18 plays into that so well that I was feeling my skin crawl as I sat on the edge of my seat. Never mind the horrors that come later, which only make it all the worse. A truly frightening creepshow that joins Insidious as a reminder of what real horror movies are.

The story of two hateful, selfish, self-obsessed women who hurt and insult each other for thirty years, but it's OK because they're best friends. Why are they friends? They hate each other! And why should we like them? They bring chaos and pain into the lives of everyone they meet! They use men, they break hearts, they leech off of others... And they're dumb! What a wretched and stupid movie.

Far from Woody's best work. but nonetheless charming and beautiful. Owen Wilson and Marion Cotillard give excellent performances, and the supporting cast all do well in their parts. The time traveling taxi is a cute idea and I actually like that Allen never tries to explain it. Paris is just a magical enough place to have that happen. It never excels to greatness, but good Woody is better than most directors' best.

A movie about the only people in the world who would rather stay inside playing Wii boxing than go outside to ponder the mirror Earth hovering in the sky. Why have that (admittedly cool) sci-fi conceit at all if you're going to treat it as second-rate filler in a dull and staggeringly slow drama about two lifeless sadsacks? Nothing ever happens in this movie, except for one or two creepy scenes with Earth 2.

Snow flower and the epic fail.

Awful in a most hilarious way.

When a movie can have you laughing your head off in one scene, and on the edge of your seat with dread in the next, without ever feeling strange or disjointed, you know you're watching something special. And this masterpiece is definitely something special. This is one of Chaplin's finest hours.

This movie relies totally on the hope that simply saying the F-word over and over with zero context is funny. Turns out it's not. It's just annoying and, frankly, offensive, even for someone like me who is no prude about language. Not a single laugh is to be had with this movie, except for stunned guffaws at the fact that anyone was dumb enough to think it was worth making or releasing. Your Highness is a disaster.

Typical Farrelly Brothers: cruel, mean-spirited misogynistic garbage. These guys need to grow up and mature past the age of 13 already. And self-respecting women need to stop signing up to be degraded in movies like this. My skin crawled watching the way they were treated in this movie.

Despite the underwhelming previews, Red Riding Hood turned out to be a well-made and very entertaining film. Performances are pitch perfect (especially Oldman's ultra-arch monster hunter), photography is slick and often lovely, and the story, though not entirely original, is written well enough to make you not care about that. This is the surprise of the season for me.