Predictable, forgettable violence.

Another Rankin/Bass classic.

A logical extension of the original idea. The procedural details are quite unoriginal.

An interesting idea and metaphor, but locks itself into a plot contrivance playhouse.

Lasts 33 minutes before it turns bad.

Poorly conceived attempt at making hay from some Pretty Woman-esque naivete combined with a thoroughly profligate protagonist. Dastardly turns into a bit of a road movie, which I am unable to turn off before they end.

If “The Big Chill” was scripted by and for a set of 27-year-old fussy babies.