Not the abomination suggested by Boll's reputation, but still very bad. A plot-crippled compendium of dull provocation and clumsy gunplay.

WWII pilot/heroine lives life of quiet desperation as civilian administrator. Shepitko films the tale cannily, and Bulgakova's an impressive actress.

Consistent and aware of its own disposability; a reliable comedy that's easy to forget for its abyssmal cash-in follow-ups.

Tourists cower from a killer croc in darkest Australia, finding modest thrills up until an off-kilter, CGI-dependent third act.

Bloated Hollywood comedy poking fun at Hollywood bloat built on stupidity, but manages many moments that are bizarrely sublime.

Absolutely devastating portrait of two captive Russian soldiers nearing death is both a Christian allegory and a profound, existential think-piece.

Opens as a Canadian punk Spinal Tap. Quickly spins into something unsettling and nightmare-ish. Surprising achievement that'll blacken your eyes.

Glover as an action hero is the first indication of the cartoonish, unengaging letdown herein. The series' promise is lost.

WWII adventure subject to fits of plot convulsions and inappropriate goofiness. Recommended for Saturday afternoons, when your expectations are down.

Looks derivative today, but actually set new, higher standards for stylish gore in the 1970s. Creakily charming, despite its datedness.

It's official: Maddin has the Midas touch. Another brilliant tale of haunting memory steeped in fetish for silent era style.