Entertainment Weekly's Scores

For 7,797 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 68% higher than the average critic
  • 2% same as the average critic
  • 30% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 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
Score distribution:
7797 movie reviews
  1. Yet even compared to the glacial Marvel-Netflix Dramas, Zack Snyder's Justice League is a chore. At the end of the rainbow, viewers are left with the promise that the actual cool things will happen next time. This cut is no worse than the theatrical edition, but it sure is longer. "So begins the end," Steppenwolf declares. When he says that, there is one hour left.
    • 31 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    Culkin and Danson develop some comic chemistry that’s disarming only if you haven’t tired of both actors’ patented shticks by now.
  2. Alive is an unsettling contradiction: a well-intentioned gross-out movie. It may be the first film in history to say that cannibalism is good for you.
  3. The Handmaid’s Tale is watchable, but it’s also paranoid poppycock — just like the book.
    • 33 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    Too dopey to cut it as a theatrical release, but more knowingly and competently made than most of its straight-to-video analogues, this Carl Reiner-directed pastiche-parody of film noir occupies a lonely corner of video purgatory.
  4. The trouble with low-rent science-fiction movies is that beneath all the futuristic gimcrackery — the video phones and laser guns and hyperspace leaps, the obligatory time-travel setups — you realize, at some point, that you’re watching a routine urban chase thriller: Lethal Weapon 2000. For most of its running time, Freejack bounces and sputters along atop the usual action- movie chassis.
  5. Wrath is just another loose bag of lizard-brain thrills and wood-block dialogue: too ugly to be camp, too grimly familiar to feel new.
    • 66 Metascore
    • 42 Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
    White Hunter, Black Heart wants to show us a specific heart of darkness — a man who, by striving to kill one of nature’s grandest creatures, hoped to annihilate part of himself — but the theme gets lost in shades of gray.
  6. White Sands, on the other hand, is a dud, the sort of movie that swathes its emptiness in layers of chic, swirling ”visuals.”
    • 31 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    For a movie seemingly written and directed by sophomore-year film students, Repossessed offers a number of laughs. Five. But it mainly demonstrates that Nielsen is at his best when leaving production duties to professionals.
  7. Every time Housesitter seems about to turn wild, it gets waterlogged with heart.
  8. This Wedding clearly wasn't meant to be a masterpiece, but even as mid-winter fluff it feels like a rush job: a marriage made for lazy-Sunday streaming at best, 'til death — or more likely, a better script — do you part.
  9. Director Olivia Newman (First Match) bathes the story in so many broad, creaky tropes and odd tonal shifts that nothing ever feels real for a moment.
  10. Sugar Hill wants to tear up our insides, but I’m afraid the movie leaves us hooting with disbelief instead.
  11. Even with the original cast on board, there's surprisingly little chemistry or humor, and the movie makes repeated pit stops to stress family values.
    • 62 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    Every now and then things get so convoluted that some sort of humor is achieved, but waiting through setup, setup, explanation of hoary joke, and delivery of hoary joke gets old fast, especially when the jokes are racist.
  12. The movie's final frame asks us to believe that Sarah Jo has finally, ecstatically found herself; by then, whatever reason we have for watching is already long lost.
  13. Both directors have made much better movies; go watch one of those instead.
  14. In the end, we never know why anyone is the one for anyone. And this qualifies as a filmmaking problem, at least for us here on Earth.
    • 59 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    It’s hard not to admire a movie featuring a spaceship with D-cups and a title that has the nerve to one-up Star Wars — but if Lucas’ film is PlayStation 2, this one is hopscotch.
    • 33 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    Even if these characters are obliged to waste their time getting to that point, no one else is.
    • 72 Metascore
    • 42 Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
    Milo and Otis is an okay babysitter for the very, very young, but for anyone who truly loves animals it seems pretty fishy.
  15. This is Chinatown for chowderheads.
  16. The whole thing is so airless and hollowly constructed, so full of mimed but unfelt feelings, that it's a relief to put this body in the ground and forever hold your peace.
  17. What should be breezy, featherweight fun — Reese! Ashton! A screenplay by the lady who wrote The Devil Wears Prada and 27 Dresses! — instead turns out to be oddly hollow, a meandering and synthetic approximation of classic rom-com canon with too little romance or comedy in its strained, familiar formula.
  18. The movie is two hours of cheap jokes, culminating in the world’s biggest Family Guy episode. It tries so hard to be clever, it just ends up being cringe.
    • 73 Metascore
    • 42 Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
    It’s rife with fey, unintentional camp like the scene in which a newlywed couple pledge eternal love on the deck of an ocean liner — only to move away and reveal a life preserver labeled Titanic. Cavalcade really won its Oscar because of Hollywood’s raging Anglophilia — the insecure sense that if a character says, ”Let’s all have a cup of tea!” the movie must be art.
  19. The film does not valorize Ferrari, but it doesn’t complicate him either. And while its racing sequences are exhilarating, it should have spent more time looking under the hood.
    • 10 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    Not even the presence of the irrepressible David Johansen (here playing the Gunther Toody role originated by the ineffable Joe E. Ross on the ’60s television show) and a paddy wagon full of engaging Noo Yawk types can pull Car 54, Where Are You?‘s woebegone comedy out of the vulgar ditch that its screenwriters drove it into.
  20. Despite a trio of knockout performances, The Cut is a lackluster boxing drama.
    • 51 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    It's technically competent but narratively sparse, with no humor or sense of urgency. Every scene feels as though it's 30 minutes long, which doesn't help its already lengthy runtime for a silent feature, with the latest restoration clocking in at almost two hours.
    • 40 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    Hitchcock deserves credit for putting his personal artistic flourishes aside to create a straightforward adaptation, undistracted by technical wizardry. Unfortunately, the film is essentially a vacuum with no sense of intrigue or urgency — there's practically no character development, thematic weight, artistic innovation, emotional resonance, or narrative thrust.
    • 51 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    The story is practically impossible to follow, the direction is imprecise, and the whole thing is visually dizzying.
    • 52 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    The film looks decent, though not as striking as any of Hitchcock's prior sound films.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 42 Critic Score
    For a rom-com, it's neither funny nor particularly romantic despite the actors' best efforts.
  21. Prelude to a Kiss is squishy yet blah. It teaches the characters a lesson they don’t need to learn.
  22. Sounds mildly fun, be forwarned: When in Rome doesn't even offer that.
  23. I gave up making heads or tails of Synecdoche, New York, but I did get one message: The compulsion to stand outside of one's life and observe it to THIS degree isn't the mechanism of art -- it's the structure of psychosis.
  24. Orphan isn't scary -- it's garish and plodding.
  25. Subplots go nowhere, and characters -- many played by well-known actors -- barely get screen time. Willem Dafoe, Salma Hayek, and Jane Krakowski are among those who are there and gone.
  26. If you want to know how inept the movie is...well, it's so inept that you may wish you were watching an M. Night Shyamalan version of the very same premise.
  27. Adam Sandler stars in a one-joke Caddyshack for the blitzed and jaded.
  28. When martial arts star Michelle Yeoh shows up as a pious, butt-kicking nun, you have to wonder if Kassovitz isn't accidentally cribbing from Mel Brooks, too.
  29. FYI, there's zero chemistry between P.S. I Love You's two commodified headliners. P.S.: The plus in the harsh grade goes solely to the divine Lisa Kudrow, delivering desperately needed laughs as the twitchy widow's husband-hunting best friend.
  30. Just as all regular models can't be supermodels, so all action chicks can't be superheroines. Elektra Natchios turns out to be walled off rather than mysteriously alluring; blank rather than deep.
  31. This is strictly substandard stuff, with imitative creepy noises, vertiginous camera angles, and long pauses.
  32. A yawn-by-numbers romper-room dud.
  33. Generic hip-hop soundtrack? Check. Aerial stock footage of milieu? Check. Hardy-har homophobia and misogyny? Check. Emasculated sub-Gump white dude played by Jay Mohr? Double check.
  34. The main problem? Raid lacks a center. It's an exhausted sprawl with multiple story foci, none of them terribly compelling.
  35. Too mild to be dirty, yet too dirty to be charming, and altogether too generic to be much of anything.
  36. Most of The Man is as awful as last year's debacle, "Taxi," yet Levy, stuck in a no-brainer variation on Billy Crystal's predicament in "Analyze This," shows just enough noodgy passive-aggression to suggest what the movie might have been were it not shackled to buddy-action clichés.
  37. An Unfinished Life is inert, kaput -- a middlebrow mush of platitudes rather than an okay corral of distinct characters with heartbeats. It's awful not in an exciting, uncontrolled way but in an overly controlled, narcotized way.
    • 34 Metascore
    • 33 Critic Score
    What you have is less a sequel to a not-so-bad remake than yet another remake, this one of that not-so-great 1988 John Candy comedy "The Great Outdoors."
  38. A mess -- all high concept, stranded performances, and no laughs.
  39. British director Mike Barker and magpie New York screenwriter Howard Himelstein, have taken "Lady Windermere's Fan" - Wilde's first big stage success, written in 1892 - and pulped it senseless in the name of puttin' on the charm.
    • 24 Metascore
    • 33 Critic Score
    At least London nails the inanity of drug-speak - the bathroom chat quickly devolves from God and ''time horizons'' to coprophilia and a truly dumb confessional tirade by Statham - although perhaps this achievement is unintentional.
  40. A notorious opinion divider last year at Cannes, Battle in Heaven is less about heaven or battle, or hell on earth, or the soul of Mexico, and all too much about gawking. And so, for all the ''shock'' of the movie's clinical carnality, this battle is lost.
  41. Running is a fevered smashup, as if Hollywood dug up Sam Peckinpah's corpse and forced it to adapt "Grand Theft Auto: Vice City" for the screen.
  42. Asia Argento is not what I would call a good actress, but she's a prime specimen of train-wreck sexuality: a debauched Eurotrash starlet who oozes punk cred more than she does talent. It's not too hard to see why she wanted to write, direct, and star in The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things.
  43. Antonio Banderas is a charming and talented man, but in Take the Lead he lays on the old-world panache so thick - the accent, the flowery courtliness, the romance of romance - that he comes off like Dracula's metrosexual cousin.
  44. A few of the images are startling, but as Radha Mitchell (a good actress) wanders through a ghost town, searching for her lost daughter as though she was touring an abandoned movie set, Silent Hill is mostly paralyzing in its vagueness.
  45. Insistently sullen, nihilistic, and successful to the point of smugness at transmitting buzzkill, Art School Confidential is the second collaboration between art-house cartoonist Daniel Clowes and director Terry Zwigoff.
  46. Even in her dullest vehicle, Lindsay Lohan exudes an unfakable shine.
    • 45 Metascore
    • 33 Critic Score
    Gets lost in translation.
  47. You can see what the film was going for, but the jokes just sit there; you chuckle a few times, mostly out of lame hope, but you never bust a gut, never really get what you came for.
  48. Yes indeed, Pirates 2.0 is a theme ride, if by ride you mean a hellish contraption into which a ticket holder is strapped, overstimulated but unsatisfied, and unable to disengage until the operator releases the restraining harness.
  49. Some movies make love look schematic. The Trouble With Men + Women makes those films look stunningly insightful.
  50. At least Ribisi's fake-cojones histrionics are fun. The rest of this "Donnie Brasco" knockoff, with James Marsden as a Gulf War veteran who goes undercover, is a turgid, ketchup-spattered dud.
  51. Burns pads around Gotham, yammering yesterday's op-eds about Disneyfication and ''classic New York holdouts.'' He somehow manages to sound fogyish AND immature.
  52. Terminally muddled crime drama.
  53. The results in Employee of the Month are toothless.
  54. Holland's empurpled bio-fantasy is hooey with an anachronistic feminist slant from start to finish.
  55. I don't know if it's ickier to assume that writer-director Brad Silberling (Moonlight Mile) thinks the culture-clash jokes he pushes in 10 Items or Less are charming because they're earnest, or because they're tongue-in-cheek. Either way, this sale is void.
  56. This slapdash, charmless, baldly boomer-chasing romantic comedy, directed by Michael Lehmann (Heathers) from a clunky, orgasm-obsessed script by Karen Leigh Hopkins and Jessie Nelson, is the lazy studio's answer to a call for more age-appropriate entertainment for "More" magazine readers.
  57. No belief on earth can rescue Swank from a film that's a chain of disaster chintz masquerading as a sermon.
  58. Really, all this movie is about is the joy of checks, calls, folds, rivers, and the acquired thrill of knowing what those words mean.
  59. The gooey sanctity of the bond between fathers and sons all but nullify Jackson's zesty performance.
  60. He now imparts so many life lessons via his Rube Goldberg thresher devices that he's starting to turn into the Rod Serling of severed body parts. Now that's torture.
  61. Robin Williams (yes, I'm afraid so) plays a kind of Manhattan-based Fagin with a touch of Midnight Cowboy to his wardrobe. And ants will play havoc in any cynic's pants as this loopy, goopy fairy tale about a kid looking for his parents oozes to its predictable finish.
  62. For all of De Palma's studious multimedia trickery -- a valid, even inspired idea -- Redacted is so naive it's an embarrassment.
  63. The Farrelly brothers could burp out a movie funnier than The Hottie & the Nottie, a farce of corrupt stereotypes that's never more grotesque than when it pretends to be more than skin-deep.
  64. Perelman pays such cooing attention to surfaces that our response to violence carries no more importance than our response to the delicate jewelry around the adult Diana's neck.
  65. The premise is out of '70s porn, and so is the overbroad satire and almost total lack of conviction.
  66. Myers is trying for another of his endearingly hormonal imp-egomaniacs, but hidden behind a wavy beard, a wax-curled mustache, and an astoundingly ugly squashed fake nose, he's a little too grotesque.
  67. Most of this just seems, you know, so three years ago, so "Bourne" again.
    • 32 Metascore
    • 33 Critic Score
    If steampunk bloodbaths aren't for you, it's a long wait for the fat lady to sing.
  68. This Debbie Downer of a drama is a bitter slog.
  69. The scenery (prettily captured by There Will Be Blood cinematographer Robert Elswit) is littered with heavy symbolism (fire! rain! dead birds!); the performances are merely heavy.
  70. As a shameless contraption of ridiculously sad things befalling attractive people, the engorged romantic tragedy Remember Me stands tall between those towering monuments to teen-oriented cinematic misery, Love Story and Twilight.
  71. McCarthy's rawhide has become movie Naugahyde, a substance unknown in literature or in nature.
  72. This toothless thriller...feels like a strained reworking of ''The Fugitive.''
  73. If you've always longed to see a Cold War satire done in the hit 'em over the head frantic camp mode of ''Love, American Style,'' then Company Man is the movie for you.
  74. Not one female character escapes mockery or patronizing.
  75. Lawrence is so ON that he appears to be gunning for clockwork bursts of audience approval.
  76. Nobody's got a clue. Enquiring minds don't even want to know.
  77. This rusty jalopy of a movie, which is so ramshackle it's nearly enough to make you forget how tossed-together the 1976 ''Car Wash'' was.
  78. If your allergy to comedies bred from British style mugging crossed with Disney style prancing has, like mine, flared up in recent years, this hybrid from writer director Joel Hershman (''Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me'') will make you wheeze.
  79. Silly, undone by lack of faith in its own subject.
  80. Really, the sole favor Dolman does the plucky Hawn is to light her rear end so that its continued gloriousness can be appreciated.
  81. This cinematic stiff should have stayed buried.

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