Before 'Nazi' became a convenient, all-purpose analogy for anyone who disagrees with your political views, it was the name for members of a fascist movemen responsible for the most protracted, detestable act of violence in the modern age.

Watching a bad movie is sort of like watching the postseason NIT. Sure, its not the Big Dance, but that doesn't mean there isn't a victory to be had. It's clear almost immediately that Orphan is not a good movie, but it is so audacious in its badness it surely qualifies for a trophy of some kind. The film, a Hand That Rocks The Cradle-style piece of suburban suspense, examines what happens when well-meaning, well-to-do John and Kate

Heres one dubious advantage the new Friday the 13 th has over other unnecessary horror franchise revamps: No matter how bad it is, it couldnt possibly be worse than, say, Friday the 13 th Part VI. Any promise this series once had has been, like Jason Vorhees himself, dismembered, drowned, burned and buried over 10 progressively idiotic chapters (11 if you count Freddy vs. Jason).

Hulk Hogan and Ric Flair aside, professional wrestling isnt generally an old mans game. What happens to those guys who age out of the big time? For a lot of them, the obscurity after the spotlight is tough, and a lifetime of premature joint and back pain doesnt make it any easier.

Along the way, they'll contend with relationship difficulties between Hellboy and his girlfriend, Liz (Selma Blair); a new love interest for egghead fish-man Abe Sapien (Doug Jones); and the introduction of a brilliantly-conceived, entirely gaseous team leader voiced by "Family Guy"Seth McFarlane.

Green Lantern. But he can fly--even drunk, which comes in handy--and he is invulnerable to bullets. He's also all alone in the spotlight, which means that when the world needs saving, its choices are limited. Mr. Fourth of July, Will Smith, plays Hancock, a besotted, raggedy-ass misanthrope of a superhero who fights crime with a raging hangover.

If you haven't ventured out to the theater in the past few months, I can't really blame you. Maybe you're over the superhero craze; maybe you like your Indy wrapped up in a neat little trilogy; maybe it's been years since you laughed at either Adam Sandler or Mike Myers. And that's okay. I'll be the first to admit it's been a lukewarm season so far for humans.

Film adaptations of television shows don't have to be bad. It's just that they usually are. I've sat through remakes of Bewitched, The Brady Bunch, Lost in Space and Starsky and Hutch, among others, and still I've retained my optimism. Against all odds, I was hoping Get Smart would buck the trend. I'm a Steve Carell fan, and thought him perfectly suited for a modern-day Maxwell Smart.

Still waiting for M. Night Shyamalan to make another Sixth Sense? The Happening might finally break you of that habit. Shyamalan is, for good or ill, the only creator I know currently at work in the major-studio system who retains sole writing, directing and production credits on each of his films. I respect his passion, but like so many raging egos, what he obviously, painfully lacks - if his last few films are any indicator - is someone to help him separate the good ideas from the bad.

I've been pretty hard on Dreamworks Animation in the past, calling it unkind names like "Pixar's less-talented evil twin" and panning its work from Madagascar to the ill-advised Shrek sequels. So I don't offer praise of Kung Fu Panda lightly. It's a fine family film, sure, and it sticks to a tried-and-true formula for box office riches: Take a cast of talking animals (the cuddlier the better), recruit a group of A-list stars (regardless of voice-acting chops), wash, rinse, repeat.