American Reunion

One thing that hasn't changed at all in the past decade is the series' trademark mix of raunchy humor and heart-on-sleeve sentiment, and American Reunion is every bit as delightfully disgusting and crass as any of these movies have ever been.

SIt's reassuring to see that Suvari (wooden) and Reid (flat) can still find work that doesn't involve wearing a hairnet and a name tag.

Some things they do better over there. Some things they shouldn't do over here at all.

There are a few gags. But inevitably, the guys wind up sentimentally telling each other they should do this every year. Please no.

The old bittersweet tone is gone, replaced by the sickly sweet and the downright tasteless.

Like most reunions, it intersperses the horror of recognition with effortfully winsome gestures at nostalgia.

In short, a product that deserves the lowest possible score. If it gets a little more, you should know, it's solely for its past glory. [Full review in Spanish]

It can strive to stay current, but it really belongs as an appreciated time capsule to a different generation.

Insert your own 'stale pie' metaphor here, but we'll opt for "It's not inedible."

The film's big winner, as has pretty much always been true, is Eugene Levy as Jim's Dad.