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 2.2 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. The General, for all its panache, is ultimately an unsatisfying movie. The reason, I think, is that Boorman’s slightly puerile romanticization of Cahill keeps getting in the way of the reality he’s showing us.
  2. Lean, elegant, and emotionally complex -- a marvel of backwoods classicism.
  3. That's the moral nut of this highly unexceptional episode, a midlife production in which each Enterprise crew member does his or her vaudeville act.
  4. The richest and most satisfying romantic movie of the year. It's really about two great loves at once -- the love of life and of art -- and the way that Shakespeare, like no writer before him, transformed the one into the other.
  5. Murray, meanwhile, turns in a thrillingly knowing, unforced performance--an award-worthy high point in a career that continues, Max Fischer style, to defy the obvious at every turn.
  6. Jack Frost is so treacly and fake it makes you feel like you’re trapped in a winter-wonderland paperweight.
    • 69 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    The movie adaptation suffers the symptoms of so many stage-to-screen transplants: What seemed thrillingly big and bold in live performance comes across shrunken and hemmed in when "opened up" to fill a feature film.
    • 47 Metascore
    • 75 Critic Score
    The film is shot in color and includes an amped-up Danny Elfman version of Bernard Herrmann's haunting score.
  7. Adorable or what?
  8. Peter Berg's scandalous sick-joke thriller is packed with rude and clever twists, and it delves, with surprising force, into the hypocritical postures of corporate-era male bonding. The cast is terrific, especially Christian Slater.
  9. So obsessed with wowing you, in every corner of every frame, that as a movie it doesn't quite breathe.
  10. Don’t miss this astonishingly bleak, inventive, funny, sumptuously designed film.
    • 71 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    Unfolds with such unforced inevitability that absurdity never condescends to sticky adorableness.
  11. 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.
  12. A richly tender and moving experience.
    • 62 Metascore
    • 67 Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
    The tapes of the TV episodes are in heavy rotation at our house, and the movie is not. And that’s because even a 4-year-old can tell when something has gotten a little too big for its Huggies.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 75 Critic Score
    A high-adrenaline, high-concept action thriller that mixes hot-button issues of privacy and surveillance, easy-to-identify good and bad guys, attention-getting stars, and well-choreographed chase scenes.
  13. Sometimes clever and enjoyable, even touching, yet too often the film makes you feel as if you're in Sunday school.
  14. Lacks even the good, guilty setup of "I Know What You Did Last Summer" -- the sense that the heroes are fleeing the consequences of their own crime.
  15. Velvet Goldmine is no masterpiece, but, at its best, it's a ravishing rock dream.
  16. It's a cautionary tale about the excesses of jingoist paranoia, and the folly of it all is that the more the film descends into somber liberal chest thumping, the less engrossing it becomes.
  17. Becomes yet another lame sports farce.
  18. This is a sensual, psychologically modern costume drama influenced by both "The Godfather" and gals' guides to empowerment.
  19. Achieves its exquisite tension--deepening beautifully from a "Death in Venice" setup to an imaginative meditation, on art and life, of uncommon sensitivity.
  20. The bad acting — make that nonacting — of rappers DMX and Nas merges, all too well, with the shallow dehumanized vision of director Hype Williams.
  21. Living Out Loud is like "An Unmarried Woman" recast as a sitcom-cute update of Marty.
  22. The goons themselves, though, look rather chic, flying through the air in Galliano-goes-to-hell garments straight out of Vampire Vogue.
  23. This is the sort of incendiary role a lot of actors would kill for, yet the shock of Norton's performance isn't its showboat flamboyance. It's that he makes this sadistic junior sociopath rueful and intelligent.
  24. Starts out as sentimental whimsy and ends as sentimental kitsch.
  25. Technical elegance and fine performances mask the shallowness of a story as simpleminded as the '50s TV to which it condescends; certainly it's got none of the depth, poignance, and brilliance of "The Truman Show," the recent TV-is-stifling drama that immediately comes to mind.
  26. It's scariest as a parable about the evil that exists in the hearts of adolescent boys.
    • 48 Metascore
    • 42 Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
    Dian Bachar, as Joe's pint-size sidekick, sounds the only note of sly wit; the unidentified stripper playing T-Rex delivers the only real shock value. The movie could have used a lot more of both.
  27. Miller hit documentary gold when he met Levitch. But this marvelously structured, sensitively edited, deep and compassionate portrait (in atmospheric, made-for-Manhattan black and white) of one man hopscotching a fine line between verbal genius and psychological miswiring is Miller's own jewel, the work of a gifted filmmaker.
  28. Like David Lynch, Quentin Tarantino, and Paul Thomas Anderson, Solondz revels in ironic pop passion. It's a signature moment when he transforms Air Supply's "All Out of Love" into a geek-love rhapsody.
  29. Winfrey's performance is full of stoic anger, and individual moments have ferocity and pull, yet you're always aware of them as moments.
  30. A witch comedy so slapdash, plodding, and muddled it seems to have had a hex put on it.
  31. Bride of Chucky is teen horror for dummies.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 67 Critic Score
    Salinger’s a rather wan screen presence, and the film’s both overlong and undercooked; but the head, frequently seen in lingering close-up, is so realistically gruesome that you wind up transfixed anyhow.
  32. Director Stephen Herek (Mr. Holland's Opus) and screenwriter Tom Schulman (Dead Poets Society) offer no clues, no challenges, nothing to provoke the smallest bubble of curiosity in an audience that waits 40 minutes only to realize Oh, I get it, this isn't going to be Eddie Murphy Funny!
  33. Out of the zany strictures of Dogma 95...Danish newcomer Thomas Vinterberg has made a funny, volatile, visually dynamic story about the unraveling of one extended family during the course of a patriarchal 60th-birthday dinner.
    • 73 Metascore
    • 83 Critic Score
    Directed and cowritten by Marc Levin with an intentionally untidy, restless, handheld style that owes a lot to his background as a documentary filmmaker, Slam effectively gets at the deadly, no-way-out despair that can squeeze a man as he realizes he’s become a numbered nobody in the huge, imperfect justice system. Levin’s best idea, though, is to counterbalance that hopelessness with freeing blasts of verse, performed with such drama and passion that audiences may want to break into applause.
  34. So diaphanous it practically dissolves as you watch it.
  35. The lame-o aspects of the whole campy setup are still lame-o.
  36. Sophisticated, funny, and joyously subversive animated bug epic.
  37. It's young-Hollywood-driven business as usual in this derivative, nasty, and ultimately empty drama.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 67 Critic Score
    It's not just the crack stunt driving that makes Ronin such a welcome throwback; it's also the existential hardness of this thriller's motley band of mercenaries.
    • 35 Metascore
    • 42 Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
    Proficiently filmed and utterly uninspired.
  38. Watching Pecker, his rickety new comedy about a teenage Baltimore shutterbug, it becomes clear that Waters has grown color-blind to his own sleazo-shock aesthetic.
  39. But where would these lads be without the pop-culture-happy language of Quentin Tarantino to fuel their bull sessions? Nowhere, that's where.
  40. In the end, One True Thing suggests, families can be healed even in loss. This may not be a true thing, but at least this emotional drama offers up hope, sweet like one of Kate Gulden's tasty cakes.
  41. The two characters barely even have a relationship; they're a union of demographics--the "urban" market meets the slapstick-action market.
  42. A Soldier's Daughter Never Cries is suffused with a rarefied emotional glow, and that's something contemporary audiences may be almost desperate to respond to. Yet the movie is also tentative, rambling, and maddeningly shapeless.
  43. Permanent Midnight never shows us who Jerry Stahl was before he began shooting junk, and so we have no real stake in what the drugs did to him. He’s a case study in search of a movie.
  44. Damon is a magical actor. His mind, as sharp and focused as a laser, beams out of the face of a vivacious choirboy, and, in nearly every scene, he invites you to share the jet-propelled pleasure of his precocious agility.
  45. It allows for little of the dark and funny in Irving's picaresque morality fable. No room! Not with the buckets of bathos thrown our way, substituting for mass-market spiritual uplift!
  46. This very Canadian thriller (i.e., no humor, lots of literal-minded future-shock portentousness) certainly does a number on you, though not necessarily a pleasurable one.
  47. A richly intimate sports fable.
  48. Van Damme and his cronies (including Lela Rochon, Paul Sorvino, and, for no immediately graspable reason, Rob Schneider as Van Damme's rabbity sidekick) race, speed, shoot, chop, and zip through scenes of such festive mayhem, plot is a clunky afterthought, like a lopsided fake Prada label on a cheap nylon knapsack.
  49. 54
    There's a glimmer of what the film might have been, though, in the performance of Mike Myers, who plays Studio co-owner Steve Rubell, with his sweaty thinning hair and look-at-me-I-got-class Lacoste shirts, as a vengeful gargoyle presiding over a kingdom of beauty he can rule but never join.
  50. As a satire of new-style collegiate types, this MTV production actually evinces a few germs of rancid wit.
  51. Bleak, scathing, and utterly compelling.
  52. Anderson brings compassion to his amused sense of yuppie tragicomedy, as he does to his nuanced understanding of Boston, the setting of this appealing fairy tale.
    • 47 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    The action involves lots of second-rate martial-arts choreography (made even less thrilling by the video's pan-and-scan job), while the psychological conflicts are filled with unconvincing angst.
  53. In the creature’s mating habits and its wriggling life, Imamura creates a parallel to the upstream battle of these fragile outsiders, and he makes his points with abundant, tender humor.
  54. Slums of Beverly Hills has the kind of big heart, strong voice, vivid look, and original sense of humor many young artists -- particularly young female artists -- don't find until they're riper, and some never find at all.
  55. Bassett's natural dramatic fierceness, so powerful when incited to action, is at odds with the knee-weakening sexual surrender required by the story.
  56. The Avengers is too enervated to qualify as even a full-scale disaster.
  57. Return to Paradise is "Midnight Express" remade from the outside, as existential quandary. It has the moody, disquieting undertow of a true moral thriller.
  58. Has Brian De Palma finally lost his mind? Ever since "Carrie" (1976), his one true masterpiece, this director has evolved into a cinematic serial killer of common sense.
    • 52 Metascore
    • 58 Critic Score
    Like Demi Moore leaking tears or Sharon Stone crossing her legs, Jamie Lee Curtis screaming is one of those glorious sights that inspire a generation of moviegoers to binge on popcorn.
    • 38 Metascore
    • 33 Critic Score
    Exhibits none of the infectious offhand tastelessness of their hit show and all of the insistent overkill of a Mel Brooks joke gone horribly wrong.
  59. Between bouts of decisive action, the characters mill around the French countryside (in lovely costumes, to be sure, by Jenny Beavan) as if unsure of which sexual stereotype to bust next.
  60. Writer-director Sandra Goldbacher, a former BBC documentarian, fills the film with arid pauses, creating a claustrophobic study in ''repression.''
  61. The Negotiator, once it gets going (there's a rather lengthy prosaic setup), is a satisfyingly tense and booby-trapped thriller about the meeting of two relentless minds.
  62. The natural, pleasurable 1990s hipness [Lohan] brings to her assignment is therefore all the more impressive. Hayley-holics should be grateful to this new girl at camp too.
  63. A movie of staggering virtuosity and raw lyric power, a masterpiece of terror, chaos, blood, and courage.
  64. The two are unlikely compadres — no Hope and Crosby, just a couple of average guys walking, talking, and looking for the love of good women. But Poirier establishes an attractive, believable friendship between the immigrants.
    • 62 Metascore
    • 75 Critic Score
    This pleasant movie anachronism, an assemblage of traditional Robin Hooded scenarios (and superior swordplay) that, in the right light, is a nostalgic treat, and in shadow evokes Monty Python.
  65. The Farrellys may well be the new kingpins of adolescent slob comedy, but There's Something About Mary doesn't approach the witty anarchy of movies like "Animal House," "The Naked Gun," or "Hairspray."
  66. Pi
    The movie's freakazoid intensity gets to you, but there's something at once cramped and show-offy in Aronofsky's refusal to even slighty vary its atmosphere of shock-corridor burnout.
  67. At the Lethal Weapon plant, what you see, after 11 years, are the rusting remnants of a once innovative model.
  68. Hands On a Hard Body itself is sometimes as bumpy as a panhandle dirt road, but out of the low-budget roughness and moments of Lettermanesque ain’t-folks-nutty humor, sharp portraits emerge of contestants as well as of the families and friends who massage, feed, and revivify the flagging bodies.
  69. Bay doesn't stage scenes, exactly -- he stages moments.
  70. Lopez, for all her Latina-siren voluptuousness, has always projected a contained coolness, and this is the first movie in which it fully works for her.
  71. The film excels in small scenes of cannily chosen Indian everydayness.
    • 69 Metascore
    • 100 Critic Score
    It's all somehow both familiar and dazzling, just as Ricci's kidnapped tap student, forced to pose as the protagonist's wife for his horrifically indifferent parents, is somehow both nondescript and heartbreaking.
  72. Director Betty Thomas demonstrates her expertise at keeping indulgence at bay in even the coarsest of comic situations.
  73. Dark, funny, paranoid, arbitrary, humming with tamped-down eroticism and in love with all things weird: That's the good news.
  74. It took long enough, but Disney has finally come up with an animated heroine who's a good role model and a funky, arresting personality at the same time.
  75. Resonant examination of friendship, fame, cultural trends, and the creative process.
    • 73 Metascore
    • 91 Critic Score
    Who knew that Brat Packer Sheedy would shine as a heroin-addicted photographer who had too much fame too early?
  76. It's no accident that portions of Six Days mildly echo some of Ford's most popular films, from "Raiders of the Lost Ark" to "Working Girl."
  77. Agreeably mindless generation-next trash, but it leaves you hungry for a movie in which the characters are more than walking screenwriter index cards.
  78. Norm Macdonald proves himself to be the new Chevy Chase by following up his ”Weekend Update” stint with Dirty Work, a smug, unfunny feature flop.
  79. I've seen far worse thrillers than A Perfect Murder, but the movie is ultimately more competent than pleasurable.
  80. A beautifully sinister and transfixing entertainment-age daydream.
  81. Have there ever been two less energetic stars than Eric Stoltz and Annabella Sciorra? Casting this diffident duo in an allegedly romantic comedy proves disastrous; they suck the air out of virtually every scene.
  82. The fetching cast (including Jennifer Beals as a histrionic girlfriend), while a long way from Gwyneth and Matt stature, nevertheless reflects Stillman’s enhanced status as an established indie talent.
  83. The pond is so shallow in this wan romance that there's no room for anything to float.
  84. Traffics in the coyly blasphemous, aren't-we-dysfunctional family-disaster chic that has become the single most annoying trend in independent filmmaking.

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