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
    • 13 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    Filling in for Eddie Murphy in a septically humored kiddie sequel to "Daddy Day Care," Gooding gives a mug-job performance that consists mainly of reacting (again and again) to nasty smells.
  1. The audience gets the message (religious fanaticism: bad), but nothing we see is convincing on its own.
  2. The morality of revenge is barely at issue in a movie that pushes the plausibility of revenge right over a cliff.
  3. The film completely misses what should have been its real target -- the filming of Game of Death, a martial-arts campfest worthy of Edward D. Wood Jr.
  4. You can expect a lot of shredding and gurgling. 30 Days of Night is relentless, but it's also relentlessly one-note.
  5. Based on a videogame, Hitman could be the year's dumbest movie.
  6. As for the splendid Spaniard Javier Bardem, now knocking socks off in "No Country for Old Men," his lot is worst of all. He's miscast as the romantic Florentino.
  7. This garbled American remake of Takashi Miike's already staticky 2004 exercise in J-horror is a wrong number.
  8. Kate Hudson is as blah and dazed as her costar is cloyingly enthused. If it's possible to have too even a tan, Hudson in Fool's Gold would be the poster child for it.
  9. Neither grand enough to be impressive nor antic enough to be charming, the movie settles for bland and frantic, climaxing in a showdown among decadent pyramid builders. How bad are these guys? They're sadists...and, wink wink, sissies.
    • 39 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    Movie is dopey. And with its emphasis on stupid violence, xylophone abs, and getting yourself on YouTube, it's yet another product that makes you feel bad about today's youth culture.
  10. A failing-grade comedy about the wishful triumph of high school dorks over high school bullies.
  11. Simon Pegg has what it takes, but he's saddled himself with a script (co-written by Pegg and Michael Ian Black) that Adam Sandler wouldn't have pulled out of his bottom drawer.
    • 30 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    Even a hilarious turn by Kristen Wiig as the owner of a doughnut company can't save this clichéd, meandering story from playing like "American Beauty" lite.
  12. Viewers' own evenings, meanwhile, will likely be ruined by unimaginative direction, inane dialogue, and Schaech's passing resemblance to Forrest Gump.
  13. This kingdom really should be forbidden.
  14. Regardless of your personal views, Expelled's heavy-handed bias (a visit to Darwin's home gets the same eerie music as a tour of Dachau) is exasperating.
  15. Everything is wrong pretty much from the start of this misbegotten adventure.
  16. None of the faux icons comes close to being a character. Instead, they are contrasted with a group of nuns who skydive without parachutes. Could this possibly be a metaphor for Korine's filmmaking? It certainly goes splat.
  17. It's like "Schindler's List" crossed with "The Sound of Music," and Roger Spottiswoode directs it in a stiff, lifeless, utterly dated style of international squareness.
  18. While candy-colored graphics should dazzle kids, Space Chimps has little draw for audiences spoiled by the Pixar-given knowledge that CGI can entertain -- and not just stupefy -- moviegoers of any age.
  19. It's not much fun to see these two reduced to "Mad TV" parodies of themselves.
  20. It's just a grindingly inert death-wish thriller.
  21. While George Lopez, Cheech Marin, and Paul Rodriguez are funny men, it's amazing how boring these Latin-shtick cutups can be when none of them gets a single good line.
  22. Randall Miller (Bottle Shock), appears to be trying to cross a bad Elmore Leonard thriller with a bad indie-festival family-angst comedy. He gives us the worst of both worlds.
  23. An unintentionally ludicrous drama of repentance.
  24. It's a dispirited, galumphing mess.
  25. It all makes you want to see a Bollywood movie, all right -- a good one.
    • 43 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    This predictable film wouldn't be effective anywhere outside a DARE program.
  26. A painfully miscast Parker nervously flips her hair and waves her hands, sitcom-style, as a do-gooding dean of students.
  27. A stillborn rendering of Michael Chabon's first novel.
  28. If the movie doesn't even care about its characters, then how can we?
  29. Isn't it time Steve Zahn grew up? Ever since the '90s, this walking quirk of an actor has pushed his dazed solipsistic zaniness (he's like Michael J. Fox’s hillbilly cousin), but he's 41 now, and it no longer looks cute on him.
  30. The result is a sub-"Saw" knockoff that manages to be brutal yet monotonous, not to mention monstrously unpleasant.
    • 24 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    The tedious flick offers little more than a few scares, and plenty of boobs. And we're not just talking about the cast.
  31. Whenever an actress takes on a gritty working-class role, the audience does a gut check of authenticity. Either the actress gets it, like Melissa Leo did in "Frozen River," or she doesn't, like Michelle Monaghan as the spoilin'-for-a-fight truck-driver heroine of the inert indie dud Trucker
  32. It's no insult to Melville to say that he wrote, in effect, the original ''Dilbert.'' This movie, unfortunately, makes ''Dilbert'' look like Melville.
  33. Isn't a movie, it's Gorgonzola, a crumbly summertime stinker veined with pop-cultural fungus.
  34. Kollek is a fringe auteur who makes independent films the old fashioned way: no budget, static camera, a script that telegraphs its tiny, paste gem ironies.
    • 29 Metascore
    • 25 Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
    There's not much else for viewers to do but give themselves over to the whims of the bad-movie gods.
  35. Would like to be a Halloween treat, but it's more like a nightmare of blandness.
  36. A distasteful zeitgeist cocktail tracking the booze-fueled sexcapades of eight repellent L.A. singles.
  37. De Niro seems to be reacting to nothing so much as the lame movie he's stuck in.
  38. Torturously whimsical gumshoe caper.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    The plot twists fall about as weightily as the fake snow.
  39. Stumbling adaptation of a Sam Shepard play about men, horses, chance, and lies.
    • 46 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    More than just dumb, the picture is embarrassingly dorky.
  40. Has a topsy-turvy sense of injustice.
  41. Each man's shtick swells into a frenzy of overacting.
    • 27 Metascore
    • 25 Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
    Musketeer's fight scenes are underlit, overmiked, and appallingly edited, with none of the spacious grace that even routine Asian action flicks get right. Worse, the narrative scenes make less sense.
  42. Might best be described as bereavement porn.
  43. The mood is ruined by the bitchy 1990s stereotyping of the husband hunters.
  44. When Seagal's undercover FBI agent Sascha Petrosevitch waddles into the big house wearing a do-rag and a billowing blue jumpsuit, it's the funniest jailhouse-flick scene since Gene Wilder's white-boy strut in ''Stir Crazy.''
  45. A tuneless variation on the working girl-captivates-Mr. Big formula that has propelled fairy tales as old as Cinderella.
  46. How appealing is Muniz, taking a break from ''Malcolm in the Middle,'' a day job he should by no means let go of?
  47. As anyone who has peered in on the actual WNBA for five minutes knows, professional women basketball players are as tough as men. That the film treats this as a joke isn't funny -- it's the height of lame condescension.
  48. If any of these characters were half as resonant as Wenders appears to think they are, the film might have seemed charming instead of merely stranded.
  49. It's a dismal mess...What's most grating about Hackers, however, is the guileless way the movie buys in to the computer-kid-as-elite-rebel mystique currently being peddled by magazines like Wired.
  50. It's young-Hollywood-driven business as usual in this derivative, nasty, and ultimately empty drama.
  51. A cheap cut-glass tiara of a booby prize goes to Drop Dead Gorgeous for messing up so utterly.
  52. Unlike in ''Freaky Friday,'' no magic spells are involved. Nor is there any of ''Freaky'''s marvelous charm in this ungainly Manhattan fairy tale, directed by indulgent sentimentalist Boaz Yakin.
  53. The cruddy, shot-in-a-warehouse settings are especially depressing, since the computer-generated special effects seem to be taking place in another movie entirely (a far livelier one). [9 Jan 1998, p. 47]
    • Entertainment Weekly
  54. Describing what's bad about this movie is like describing what's orange about an orange, but suffice it to say that the best performance is given by a crucified raccoon.
  55. The laughs are few in this inert, ungenerous comedy.
  56. God-awful?Gooding screams out lines like ''I'm about to get in yo' ass like last year's underwear!''
  57. This condescending story wastes him (Douglas).
  58. The movie is so littered with clichés of genre, as well as clichés of artifice in Reeves' pained performance, that any semblance of social reality goes foul.
  59. Doesn't contain a single scary or imaginative moment.
  60. Simply put, it may be the lamest movie ever made about poor white... Southern characters.
  61. Is less an end in itself than an excuse, a jumping off point for showy, contrived, borderline exploitation sequences that fail to tie together because they're not really there to do anything but sell themselves as money shot thrills.
  62. The only metatwist missing in the twittering self-regard of this indulgent home movie is the participation of a documentary video crew -- ideally helmed by some TV exec's USC-grad son -- shooting the filmmakers shooting the play within the play.
  63. Instead of rooting for Pullman and Fonda, we end up praying that the crocodile is hungry enough to put them out of their misery.
    • 31 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    It's tempting to brand the film anti-Semitic, but it's so utterly pointless it lacks even that distinction.
  64. A sodden ''feminist'' vulgarization.
  65. Allen is no more convincing than the writer-director, Chris Ver Wiel, who strings together faux-QT, faux-Elmore Leonard clichés like so many necklace beads and pretends that's the same thing as making a movie.
  66. Mostly about slapping together a bunch of clichés -- outdated clichés at that -- regarding the loneliness of ambitious women.
  67. xXx
    Even in the summertime, the most restless young audience deserves the dignity of an action hero motivated by something more than franchise possibilities. Movies like XXX -- a big 000 -- don't deserve our $$$.
  68. Director Peter O'Fallon fires his biggest gun: a blast of Mozart's Ave Verum Corpus, truly heavenly music wasted on a handful of dust.
  69. Jason Lee seems to have been bitten by a vampire who sucked out all his prickly charisma. You see the promise of stardom dribbling through his fingers.
  70. Plays out like a variation on an old design dictum: If you can't make it good, make it big.
  71. A witch comedy so slapdash, plodding, and muddled it seems to have had a hex put on it.
  72. Still, there's no mistaking the central message: Slow people have much to teach us. Or is it: Slow people -- aren't they funny? Either way, it's pretty vile stuff.
  73. As distressed as a comedy can be without qualifying as a snow emergency.
  74. 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!
  75. A parent-and-kid-oriented comedy about the adventures of men doing the hard work of mommies, which couldn't be more timely -- or less delightful.
  76. If you've been longing to see the worst family entertainment of 1966, A Dog of Flanders may be the movie for you.
  77. The movie, which strains to be hip in a faux-1985 beat-the-system way, takes such a light view of cheating that it has the ironic effect of rendering the heist that follows utterly innocuous.
  78. Starts out as a neo-Pygmalion comedy, but the film is slow, earnest, and rhythmless.
  79. The entire movie has the meaninglessly burnished, sunglasses-at-midnight glow of an early-'90s car commercial -- a visual scheme guaranteed to leave the audience squinting between yawns.
  80. It's an utterly fake nostalgia piece -- stupid and pandering, a bad-boy teen flick that plays less like a loving look at the late '70s than a terrible movie from the late '70s.
  81. A cheaply made piece of ''psychological'' occult schlock, subjects you to that depressing stop-and-go rhythm that defines inept fantasy thrillers.
  82. Three stories by the guy who wrote Trainspotting, banged and smashed into a film by Paul McGuigan with none of Trainspotting's charm and all its grotesquerie.
  83. A sodden drama of filial conflict that dares the audience to confuse the characters with the players. P.T. Barnum couldn't have come up with a better hook, but he would have rewarded his suckers with more ''On Golden Pond'' entertainment bang for their buck.
  84. A very low grade romantic drama indeed, a love story with all the life and death intensity of a heat rash.
  85. A convoluted ''dweeb meets the Mob'' farce in which everyone is trying to kill everyone else, but it's the movie that's the real corpse -- albeit a busy, twitching one.
  86. 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.
  87. 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.
  88. If you were looking for an actress to play a tempestuous, schizophrenic movie-slash-rock star, you might go for Courtney Love or Angelina Jolie, or maybe even Jennifer Connelly. But Rachael Leigh Cook?
  89. You realize you're watching a snuff film, where the victim isn't just teen innocence but teen romance.
  90. Sends comedy backward in time, and we're in the 1970s, ethno-sitcom style: These Andersons in their out-of-date white, snooty gated community apparently confuse themselves with their forebears on The Jeffersons.

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