I Am Here (The 11th hour)

I found this a less-than-fulfilling cinematic experience. But I have to give Morgenthaler credit for what we used to call "moxie"-whatever the hell he's doing, or thinks he's doing, he's fully committed to it ...

A troubling example of what can only be called a fertility thriller.

Writer-director Anders Morgenthaler's conclusion comes far too hastily and haphazardly, with a disregard for plot details or plausible storytelling.

By the time the film empties its inventory of shock tactics and reaches its (too calculated) ambiguous conclusion, we're not sure if Maria deserves better, but it's pretty clear that Basinger does.

Not one scene in the entire film makes a shred of sense. If Kim Basinger still knows how to act, there is no evidence of it here.

Overwrought, underwritten and pure cynicism.

Writer/director Anders Morganthaler has made an odd film that seems as unsure of its point as it does its execution.

Ultimately, The 11th Hour doesn't succeed in being much more than the sum of its eccentricities.

I like when sad movies have a point, but The 11th Hour is more like a self-loathing emo in high school who writes over-the-top depressing poetry for attention.

The 11th Hour will be virtually meaningless-in fact, downright ludicrous-to any woman who has never had a burning desire to have a child.

Without humanity, without intelligence, "The 11th Hour" becomes a highlight reel of superficial suffering that comes dangerously close to mocking real-world horror.

On paper, The 11th Hour may have sounded like the role to offer a jolt to a receding career. Unfortunately, this is not the case.