Do your homework, or you'll fall prey to Stone's sainting of discredited DA Jim Garrison and his deep-sixing of every fact that gets in his way.

Bruce Willis's scrawny pet project cuts a joyless caper, trashing costars Andie MacDowell and Danny Aiello, as well as the preening Willis.

"Are you sure Cagney and Bogart started this way?" is the question Christian Slater, Patrick Dempsey and Richard Grieco seem to be asking as they play famous gangsters as adolescents in this bonehead, bush-league Godfather. The answer: "Yes, but even in B movies they exuded danger and dash."

John Hughes's tale of the big-hearted poor and the small-minded rich, as embodied by two vagrants and a beautiful yuppie lawyer, is as cynical and offensive as it is unfunny.

Not even sexy, sardonic Kathleen Turner could rescue mystery writer Sara Peretsky's admirable detective from an inane script, listless direction and the cheesiest settings this side of a low-budget TV movie.

Phoebe Cates is reunited with her childhood imaginary friend (Rik Mayall) whose Stupid Costar Tricks include nose picking, tracking dog doo and peering up Mom's skirt in this shrill, repulsive venture into kidsploitalion.

Two children try to reunite their estranged parents before the yuletide rolls in. Bah, humbug! Paramount chief Brandon Tartikoff deserves coal in his stocking for passing off this made-in-six-weeks quickie TV movie as a feature film.

Doubly guilty director-star Dan Aykroyd flounders, along with Demi Moore, Chevy Chase and John Candy, through a comedy so vapid its script would have embarrassed the Dead End Kids.

Ellen Barkin's body is hostess to the reincarnated spirit of a murdered playboy in Blake Edwards's tasteless and witless exercise in cross-dressing comedy. Where is Uncle Miltie when you need him?

Attempting to combine comedy with substance, this Mel Brooks movie spins its plot from the homeless crisis. But Brooks's attitude more often suggests slumming than sympathy, leading to by far his dullest, dimmest movie.