The beauty of the Smurf "language" is that it is open to so much interpretation. One could translate the title either as: "This Movie Is So Freaking Great That You Leave Smiling" or "This Movie Is So Annoyingly Painful That You'll Leave Complaining" or any variation of those two. Though if you are over the age of eight, you'll probably find the latter interpretation to be the most accurate.

Earlier this summer, J.J. Abrams' alien invasion movie/small town coming-of-age story/extended Steven Spielberg homage Super 8 opened to generally positive reviews (though not here) and grossed $125 million at the box office. Today, the terrific U.K.-made alien invasion movie Attack the Block arrives in Stateside theaters after a successful run in its native land in May. Sadly, it will probably not earn $125 million at the box office, but a respectable domestic number followed by a long, lucrative afterlife on DVD seems likely. And even if Block doesn't match Super 8's box-office intake, writer/director Joe Cornish can content himself with the knowledge that he's made the better movie. Here's why:

When you're watching a high-concept summer blockbuster with a seemingly can't-miss title like Cowboys & Aliens, the emotion you least expect (or hope) to experience is boredom. But that's the central feeling inspired by this surprisingly pedestrian and unimaginative combination of a square-jawed Western and an alien invasion-themed science-fiction picture. For all the admittedly impressive firepower on display onscreen and the many talented folks working in front of and behind the camera (including stars Daniel Craig and Harrison Ford, director Jon Favreau, and a screenwriting team that includes Roberto Orci, Alex Kurtzman and Damon Lindelof), Cowboys & Aliens is remarkably uninvolving. It's not just low-energy -- at times the film barely seems to have a pulse.

Like a cinematic version of Frankenstein's monster, the ensemble romantic dramedy Crazy, Stupid, Love is stitched together out of pieces of other, far better movies, and brought to unnatural life by an overqualified cast, almost all of whom deserve better than this film gives them. For your own good, here's a breakdown of the many familiar storylines screenwriter Dan Fogelman and directors Glenn Ficarra and John Requa recycle, as well as suggestions for similarly themed, but far superior titles you should hunt down instead. You're welcome.

From the website that brought you Rebecca Black, the "Leave Britney alone!" guy and the sneezing baby panda comes an honest-to-blog feature film.

Jake Gyllenhaal teams up with Duncan Jones for one of 2011's most entertaining films and an influential Akira Kurosawa classic arrives on Blu-ray.

After a false start that resulted in original director Steven Soderbergh leaving the project, this adaptation of Michael Lewis' best-selling baseball book chronicling the sabermetric approach to the game pioneered by Oakland A's GM Billy Beane went forward with Bennett Miller at the helm. Brad Pitt plays Beane, while Jonah Hill makes his dramatic debut as scouter Peter Brand, a character reportedly based on real-life scout Paul DePodesta.

On paper (or, in trailers) the new comedy Friends With Benefits bears a striking resemblance to the Natalie Portman/Ashton Kutcher rom-com that came out a few months ago, No Strings Attached. They both feature couples who can't deal with the stress of dating, so they engage in some supposedly uncomplicated sex with their opposite-sex best friend in order to ease that tension. Naturally, they fall for each other in the process, because uncomplicated sex between friends is never uncomplicated in the movies. But FWB is a massive upgrade from NSA. Instead of Kutcher, we get the far more appealing Justin Timberlake. Instead of Black Swan's icy cold star Portman, we get Swan's sex kitten Mila Kunis. And instead of a typical rom-com, we get one that is self-aware enough to make fun of all of the clichés that these sorts of movies typically have. Now that's not to say that Friends With Benefits is the best rom-com of the year -- that title still belongs to Bridesmaids in my book. But it does deserve points for rising above the typical cheesiness of this sort of movie, and I at least left feeling entertained, if not exactly bowled over by the unoriginal storyline and the underwhelming final act.

Ever since striking out on their own to bring their back superhero catalog to the big screen, one of the things the folks at Marvel Studios have done particularly well is matching the right actor with the right colorfully-clad avenger. Learning from such casting bloopers (most of which were committed by other producers/studios) as Ben Affleck's Daredevil, Halle Berry's Storm and Ed Norton's Hulk, the company boldly tapped Robert Downey Jr. (who, at that point, was still primarily known for his off-screen antics) to headline their first independent production, 2008's Iron Man, and then handed the title role in Thor to the untested Australian actor, Chris Hemsworth. Both of those bold picks paid off big time, as Downey and Hemsworth proved to be the best things about their respective movies. The latter's imposing size and fierce sincerity were a great match for the Norse God of Thunder, while the former's irreverence and nimble wit made him the ideal man to portray a daredevil weapons manufacturer-turned-self-employed superhero.

The Sundance-approved drama Another Earth is built around an idea that has fueled countless late-night, substance-enhanced dorm room discussions: what if, somewhere up there in the heavens, there was a parallel Earth where another version of you existed. Only instead of following your life path exactly, this Earth-2 you has opted for the opposite of every single decision you've ever made. Instead of Political Science, he/she majored in Marine Biology. Instead of losing the phone number for that hottie at the coffee shop, he/she called it right away. Instead of having Count Chocula for breakfast, he/she had a half-grapefruit. Are they any happier because they picked the second of these two divergent roads? Is their life more complete, their bank account fuller, their work and/or personal relationships more fulfilling? And here's the million dollar question: Would you trade places with them if you could?