Entertainment Weekly's Scores

For 7,797 reviews, this publication has graded:
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  • 2% same as the average critic
  • 30% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 2.1 points higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Movie review score: 67
Highest review score: 100 13th
Lowest review score: 0 Wide Awake
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7797 movie reviews
  1. Allen's canniest hire of all is Leonardo DiCaprio, who plays a bratty, destructive young star, juicing the proceedings with a power surge that subsides as soon as he exits.
  2. For all its wispy fun, Small Time Crooks still tilts, with little-guy stubbornness, at windmills in Allen's mind.
  3. A fable of money as the root of jealousy, discord, violence, but the film's slippery fascination as sociological exposé is the flip side of its thinness as drama.
  4. As Demme's audienc we're at the mercy of political passion overshadowed by style.
  5. The premise, the structure, and the men-at-twilight conversation in Patrice Leconte's ingratiating drama feel cloyingly predetermined at times, but the sight of Hallyday and Rochefort luxuriating in their contrasting manly personas is a kick.
  6. Trembles with respect for Hillenbrand's book. It's hobbled by good intentions, grand plans for telling many stories at once, and a fear of the very audience whose intelligence and sophistication it claims to court.
  7. There's a fair amount of filler in The Italian Job, but it all boils down to the big heist, which has been staged as if it were Fort Knox being robbed by Evel Knievel.
  8. None of this detracts, however, from the terrific piss-and-merlot performances of Channing and Stiles, or from the committed participation of Frederick Weller as a Neil LaBute-era businessman caught in the lounge between two she-devils disguised as businesswomen.
  9. We're not watching McCauley and Hanna anymore; we're watching De Niro and Pacino trying to out-insinuate each other. For a few moments, Heat truly has some.
  10. There's something almost too controlled, cerebral, and overdetermined about Winterbottom's Western notions.
  11. An insider nostalgia trip for graying art punks. It could have been called ''When We Were Cool,'' and it's finally so cool that it freezes you out.
  12. A bit of a clone itself, but it's got a crackerjack helicopter chase, a semblance of a script, and a sotto voce performance by Robert Duvall as a biotech genius who murmurs sweet nothings to his dying cloned wife.
  13. The disciplined performances play against schmaltz, and the casting is inspired.
  14. Actually, there's one other way to approach Matchstick Men, and that's to forget all about neuroses and con artistry and admire the movie instead for the unsettlingly beautiful directorial study in geographical mood that it is.
  15. The hardest work falls to Cusack, a subtle actor with a valuable gift for conveying the sadness and loneliness beneath the skin of even the most jaded and self-contained men-about-town.
  16. Sometimes clever and enjoyable, even touching, yet too often the film makes you feel as if you're in Sunday school.
    • 73 Metascore
    • 67 Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
    Rodriguez makes the same mistake as other first-time auteurs: The world of this movie exists only in relation to other movies, particularly the Sergio Leone-Clint Eastwood spaghetti Westerns of the early '60s.
  17. A knock-kneed but likable just-for-girls drama set in 1963 that promotes single-sex institutions as the best breeding ground for future female senators and filmmakers.
  18. Glum and preposterous -- an operatically stilted adolescent martyr fantasy -- and yet, as staged by Coppola, it's well worth seeing.
  19. There are laughs to be had, yet the movie is, if anything, more strenuous than it is funny.
  20. Bad Boys II proves that it's possible to pack a movie with so much popcorn that it leaves the audience overdosed.
    • 54 Metascore
    • 67 Critic Score
    How refreshing: a big-budget, F/X-happy action flick that actually appears to be intentionally stupid.
  21. Directed by Luis Llosa with all of the subtlety of a snake-oil salesman, is in the great tradition of cinematic cheese, as processed as Kraft Singles slices. [18 Apr 1997, p. 48]
    • Entertainment Weekly
    • 37 Metascore
    • 67 Critic Score
    So can Freddy beat up Jason, or what? Let's just say that neither one would have stood a chance against Abbott and Costello.
  22. As a romantic comedy, the picture is pleasant, predictable, and utterly weightless.
  23. If there's such a thing as joyless competence, it's exemplified by the grimly sensational kidnap thriller Don't Say a Word.
  24. The movie, for all its sincerity, becomes clinical and repetitious, though its unsparing vision of the fragility of identity can give you a shudder.
  25. Something is happening to our boys: They're getting mushy. Shallow Hal is not so much about how gross people are as how beautiful they are once you get beyond the rude, noisy flesh. It's a sermon wrapped in a fat suit.
  26. Quills bleaches the danger -- and fascination -- out of De Sade, turning him into a kind of mad saint of ''Masterpiece Theatre'' porn.
  27. Emily Bergl plays the misfit heroine -- pale Goth grrrl Rachel Lang -- with a nicely sulky empathy, equal parts hurt and hope.
  28. Often has the rambling feeling of a home movie Blaustein made for his buddies.
  29. A truly titillating and truly convoluted tale of l'amour fou. Perhaps the American remake could be titled ''Hot Fudge Ripple Sky.''
  30. The trouble with all this is that it's thin movie tinsel that, while lovingly polished, never becomes more than tinsel. The Good Thief has a glib stylishness (the rapid freeze-frames at the end of scenes signify...nothing), yet it lacks a blast of reality to balance its fable.
  31. Features a supernatural twist that is merely okay, but the film's mood of fractured anxiety and longing made me eager to see what the director, Christoffer Boe, does next.
  32. Shouldering a laconic-good-guy, neo- Gary Cooper role, Robbins never quite makes emotional contact with the audience.
  33. The result is a musical that substitutes irony for pop passion, misanthropic disjointedness for lyrical flow.
  34. Marcia Gay Harden is an angry vulgarian who steals shampoo off the maids' carts and bribes a lawyer to get her baby. Sayles may not have planned it this way, but Harden makes crassness as powerful as any maternal instinct.
  35. A talent-stuffed assemblage of barbs and giddy musical numbers that shouldn't be written off as a feature flop -- but savored instead for the cult-ready collection of late-night satirical skits and misses it is.
  36. A movie's refusal to judge bad behavior can be a subtle way of trumping the audience -- a passive-aggressive form of one-upmanship.
  37. You're set up for when director Richard Donner -- who worked with Gibson on all three audience-pleasing Weapons -- switches the movie from a really interesting, jittery, literate, and witty tone poem about justified contemporary paranoia (and the creatively unhinged dark side of New York City) to an overloaded, meandering iteration of a Lethal Weapon project that bears the not-so-secret stamp of audience testing and tinkering.
  38. At this point, we don't go to Rob Schneider movies looking for laughs: We go for comfort. They're the cinematic equivalent of meatloaf, dependable and filling in their quotidian idiocy.
  39. Even an audience moved to tender patriotism might wonder how Scott, a proven master of ''Gladiator''-size visual showmanship, could have bombed away the personality of every man fighting until he's left with nothing more than pure combat.
  40. I wouldn't call Catwoman incompetent, yet it has no visual grandeur, and very little surprise; you can tick off the story beats as if they'd been graphed.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 67 Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
    Sets, music, and imagery are rigorously controlled and undeniably stunning, but after a while flaws creep into the plot's double helix.
    • 61 Metascore
    • 67 Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
    A serviceable time-passer for kids, grandparents, and poochophiles.
  41. The performances are winning -- Gyllenhaal is particularly sharp as an aggrieved sibling, and there's mutual zing in her scenes with Reilly.
  42. Almost everything that frames the drug dealer's tale is facile and second-rate. Simply put, you don't believe it. What you do believe is DMX's cruel charisma.
  43. Max
    It challenges, this nervy oddity, like modern art should.
  44. Evokes the intimacies of teenage girls with unusual delicacy, and Perabo's performance is a geyser of emotion.
  45. While a good deal funnier than ''Deuce Bigelow,'' is still destined to get branded, if not condemned, as ''dumb.''
  46. There's no mirth, and precious little passion, left in this house.
  47. The routines are charged, even between jokes, with anticipatory hilarity.
  48. The mixed-up rhythms of the story rescue Barbershop from bland goodness.
  49. In that rare moment, the movie relaxes its rictus of pain and actually dares to feel good. Moments like these aren't just a negotiation between all and nothing -- they're everything that allows us to care about even those characters who only slouch and shriek ''F -- - orfff!''
  50. Never shocks or even offends by ascribing fully adult cruelties and erotic activities to obnoxious kids; such harshness wouldn't flatter a cast this moussed and magazine-layout-ready.
  51. It borders on perky -- a duller, safer tonal choice for the story of a conniving go-getter whose fall is as precipitous as her rise.
  52. Fails to recapture the elemental magic of Star Wars, and that, ironically, is because it represents the coarse culmination of the original film's adrenaline aesthetic.
  53. The movie pretends to warn against such shallowness -- but flaunts its arousal at how exciting such a controllable world is for those with access to the software.
    • 55 Metascore
    • 67 Critic Score
    The travelogue cinematography is often gorgeous, and the movie's folks, however hastily presented, are winning.
  54. The movie is a footnote as well, a minor reference back to the days when people yearned for a cinema that was serious and erotic at the same time.
  55. Left wing? Right wing? Center? Who cares, as long as Bruce Willis is saving the world.
  56. A marvel of vérité nightmare atmosphere.
  57. Leder establishes a syncopated rhythm unlike anything we're used to in a catastrophe spectacle.
  58. The director-cowriter, Brian Dannelly, has great fun tweaking the way American Christianity has been born again as a commodified, suburbanized, pop-saturated belief system.
  59. Chris Evans is blithely likable despite a few faux-Cruise mannerisms, Basinger makes a vividly frightened yet resourceful woman in peril, and William H. Macy scores as a mild L.A. cop who lets out his inner macho.
  60. Braveheart features some of the most enthralling combat sequences in years, and the excessive ferocity of the violence is part of the thrill.
  61. You giggle every so often, but you never give yourself over to the characters.
  62. "Risky Business" had a great opening act and then descended into contrivances. This genial cardboard knockoff is contrived from the start but gets better as it goes along.
  63. While we can admire their attractive exteriors, we don't know anything about the interior lives of the three women so vibrantly miserable in their unhappiness.
  64. French director Jean-Jacques Annaud, who brought his interest in self-discovery and untamed places to Quest for Fire, The Lover, and the IMAX 3-D film Wings of Courage, is at his best re-creating the serene exoticism of the Dalai Lama's Tibet. But the spark of the holy that the Dalai Lama lights in Harrer flickers only fitfully in all the wind in this production.
  65. To turn fondly remembered TV trash into a movie that knows it's cruddy -- and that isn't, therefore, quite as cruddy as it might have been -- takes a perverse pinch of talent, if not style.
  66. The best thing going for Selena is Selena herself, played with verve, heart, and a great deal of grace by the increasingly busy Jennifer Lopez (Money Train, Jack, Blood & Wine).
  67. The truth is that Undertow is like a conventional Hollywood movie operating on half its cylinders.
  68. Impressively unflappable and natural, 23-year-old Lohman -- whose best known credit is perhaps a role on Fox's short-lived ''Pasadena'' -- holds the whole plot together skillfully.
  69. Coarser, more hectic, more cheaply written sequel.
  70. The movie is ''Rosemary's Suburban Baby'' without a witch in sight.
  71. A traffic map of calls and responses, lessons and homework, wishes and fulfillment. All roads lead to acting-award nominations, but none lead to truth.
  72. Teetering on an abyss of meta-wackiness, The Last Shot -- a movie about movie fakery, based on a true story about a fake movie -- succeeds modestly where, by all rights, it should fail miserably.
  73. Much of Big Daddy looks like it was made up on the spot, but Sandler, with his bad-dog eagerness to get caught in the act of misbehaving, pulls you through it.
  74. But Levinson's passion to explain how he got from there to ''Sphere'' gives Liberty Heights its own farkatke Hollywood integrity.
  75. Along Came Polly is nothing if not a chick flick for guys.
  76. For all its music-trivia affection, High Fidelity is finally a pretty thin melody.
  77. It's a death-wish revenge thriller posing as a lavishly pastoral historical epic.
  78. An epic aestheticization of World War II, a movie at once bold and baffling, immediate and abstract.
  79. There are limits to how much comic irony can be wrung out of the sight of two grown men acting like complete cretins.
  80. Every instance of gleeful bad taste is timed and positioned for maximum, liberating laugh value.
  81. An eminently watchable B-movie nightmare.
  82. Payback is a thriller so mean and degraded it carries a low-down, vicious charge. Sadism is its only real subject, and its only real life as well.
  83. The best thing in The Count of Monte Cristo is Guy Pearce's snot-nosed hauteur. He gives this scoundrel some wounded edges, and frills as well.
  84. The film evokes how homicide became the ultimate orgasm for kids who had turned themselves into zombies of flesh.
  85. The music's sensational, but you keep waiting for the pledge number to flash up.
  86. I kept wondering how Arcand could have chosen as his generational representative a man not just flawed in his hedonism but one so fundamentally lacking in tenderness for others.
  87. You wish that Malena's inner life had been given as much accent as her outer charms.
  88. A thriller made from a completist's checklist rather than with a cultist's passion.
  89. Lost Highway has scattered moments of Lynch's poetry, but the film's ultimate shock is that it isn't shocking at all.
  90. Has more atmosphere than it does coherence; it's a series of floating tricks and gambits in search of a resolution. Even so, Ye's ''Vertigo'' fever is contagious.
  91. Director Scott Elliott, in his feature-film debut, is especially perceptive about what goes on at the edges during deepening family crises, literally at the borders of the screen.
  92. Carrey isn't afraid to go happily psycho, like Peter Sellers or Eminem on his funniest tracks, and that's his edge.
  93. Dense, meandering, ambitious yet jarringly pulpy, this tale of big-city corruption in small-town America has competence without mood or power -- a design but not a vision.
  94. In the most shocking contribution to this self-conscious but fascinating sampling of art challenged by life, Mexico's Alejandro González Iñárritu (''Amores Perros'') makes a horrifying suspense story.

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