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. It barely boasts enough funny material to fill four minutes.
  2. It's a gussied-up sorority-of-rising-stars project produced, I fantasize, by baby-boomer studio guys whose younger spouses articulately defend a woman's right to stay home and raise the kids.
  3. The only performer I enjoyed watching was Martin Short, who plays a bitch dandy music teacher with a smile so fake that the comedian seems to be acting with his gums.
  4. What willful streak of perversity inspired Kevin Costner to take on this wacky tale of a letter carrier-turned-postapocalyptic hero?
  5. A pretty lousy movie, which would be offensive were it not safely neutered by its own stupidity.
  6. Just coarse, clunky, jerry rigged, and -- worst of all -- not funny.
  7. Just when you're sure that Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo can't get any less funny, the movie douses the trailer's best gag, as that prosthetic leg turns out to be attached to Deuce's true love.
  8. Pushes and pushes and pushes the emotional throttle without respite.
    • 36 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    So what is real? Only the boredom of the audience as the film collapses from one meaningless false-bottom environment to the next.
  9. Another racial cartoon buddy movie that eagerly flogs its best laugh -- indeed, its only laugh -- in the trailer.
  10. Preposterous-for-no-good-reason supernatural tale.
  11. Stripped of the pleasures of terror, flattened of grandeur (with a tacked-on coda that fairly groans with storytelling defeat), the movie sinks from the weight of its own heavyhandedness.
  12. Leaves you with the dismaying sensation that Levinson, who should probably be off making his own version of ''The Player,'' has instead crafted a comedy of self-loathing, burying himself in a movie that deserves to be Vapoorized.
    • 55 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    Unfortunately, it's impossible to tell from this confused mess (costarring Jakes as himself) what that message is.
  13. This ''satire'' of triple-X raunch and ''Jerry Springer'' sleaze starts off at a pitch of preening dementia and just grows more hysterical from there.
    • 27 Metascore
    • 25 Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
    A pox on the man's (E.B. White) memory.
    • 43 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    Never mind that the film's portrayal of the mentally ill is on a par with "There's Something About Mary" -- the clumsy moral that we were all better off as hunters and gatherers couldn't be sillier.
  14. Aa shockingly chintzy spin-off of Fox's post ''Pokémon'' cartoon hit.
  15. It's doubtful that even a real actress could have triumphed over the rusty tinsel of Glitter, a hapless, retro-'80s ''Star Is Born.''
  16. Eventually, the senses jam and a mental lube job is in order.
  17. Sour, sadistic, and stale from sitting on the shelf since the pre-''XXX'' era -- an era I'm starting to miss.
  18. It doesn't help that most of the jokes (like a rip-off of ''There's Something About Mary'''s dog-in-the-crotch bit) are themselves stolen.
  19. A desert of shrill juvenile jokes and clanging chase sequences.
  20. Another depressingly empty action thriller.
  21. The film squanders every opportunity (and international-coproduction cent) on by now imitative Nine Inch Nails-video-style visual Goth-goo, and, scarily, forgets to input a plot or script that makes any sense.
  22. An action-choked dud in which even the closing outtakes barely deserve to be left on the cutting-room floor?
  23. Labored miscalculation of a teen-trend comedy.
  24. If, as Fincher has said, this movie is supposed to be funny, then the joke's on us.
  25. The movie's mortal failing is echoed in the religious medal Pita gives Creasy in a gift of innocent, uplifting love: Finding heft or coherence within all the lugubrious agitation is a lost cause worthy of St. Jude.
    • 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.
  26. Just a lumbering, poorly photographed piece of derivative sci-fi drivel, full of grunting extras scampering around in animal pelts and more dank, trash-strewn sets than I ever care to see again.
  27. Critics tend to fawn over the Japanese director-star Takeshi Kitano (a.k.a. Beat Takeshi), but am I the only one who finds his films impossible to make heads or tails of?
  28. About as arousing as an icy shower.
  29. Just because A Walk to Remember is shrewd enough to activate girlish tear ducts doesn't mean it's good enough for our girls. They're willing to buy tickets; why not honor their wits as well as their wallets?
  30. Isn't up to much of anything besides pretending that swearwords and snot-nosed insults, served up by Santa with an almost institutional monotony, aren't just naughty. They're -- big joke! -- incorrect.
  31. Someone (Myers?) came up with the bright idea of turning the Cat in the Hat into the worst Vegas nightclub spritzer of 1958. He's become a furry version of Rip Taylor: a walking, talking vaudeville idiot box.
  32. Processed comedy chop suey.
  33. The movie may be more bogus than a Gucci bag for sale on a Fifth Avenue sidewalk, but at least the backgrounds are real.
  34. The United States of Leland is tedious yet infuriating, since its characters, all of whom seem to have emerged from a screenwriter's manual, are like exhibits in a thesis meant to indict the middle class for the crime of its collective dysfunction.
  35. The big climax isn't climactic, just hysterical and incoherent. Murphy, with her bug-eyed, love-me mugging, is simply too slight and gawky to play the Everygirl.
  36. Homophobic, sex-phobic, maybe even human-phobic.
  37. Silver City may be the mustiest political-conspiracy tale ever filmed; it's like "Chinatown" rewritten by Ralph Nader.
  38. This is a deeply unpleasant movie masquerading as a heartfelt social commentary on life in these United States.
  39. Darkness was clearly tossed together like salad in the editing room, since it's little more than the sum of its unshocking shock cuts.
  40. Lowest-common-denominator humor.
  41. Feeling Minnesota suggests Sam Shepard trying to be Quentin Tarantino. It makes even gun battles seem pretentious.
  42. By the end, you feel like a drill sergeant-you want to wipe that stupid grin off Sandler's face.
  43. What Emily doesn't do, though -- what this slow-moving, sour, sloppily assembled teen drama doesn't allow her to do -- is make her predicament of any emotional interest.
  44. Lake and Fraser never come close to believability as a romantic couple. There's more chemistry going on in a grain of salt.
  45. Vampire in Brooklyn is a horror comedy that mixes lame blood-pellet effects with lame gags, and it clunks along on a series of interchangeably deserted streets that manage to look dank and overlit at the same time.
  46. Last Action Hero makes such a strenuous show of winking at the audience (and itself) that it seems to be celebrating nothing so much as its own awfulness. In a sense, the movie's incipient commercial failure completes it aesthetically.
  47. The most irritating thing about Hoffa is that even after you've sat through Danny DeVito's turgid, meaninglessly sprawling account of the Teamster boss' rise and fall, you still won't have any idea who Jimmy Hoffa was.
  48. It's like a film-school thesis gone disastrously wrong.
  49. The steady drip-drip-drip of nothings like this are killing us all.
  50. You'd think that the film would ask you to be appalled at this scenario of forced servitude -- but no, it's treated as harmless and cute, like an Israeli ''Chico and the Man.''
  51. The mangy joke in the defiantly homemade documentary 95 Miles to Go is that Ray Romano on a business trip is no different from any other schmo, minus the autograph signing.
  52. The backstories keep piling up, with nods to "The Shining," "The Ring," and a dozen other gothic supernatural chillers, yet the result doesn't remotely scare you.
  53. The answers he strings together are babble in this superficial vanity documentary. Nice shots of awesome, God-approved scenery, though.
  54. WDIGMT? serves up speeches about trust and fidelity and rolling with the punches and blah blah blah. But it does so with so little energy that the actors might as well be saying the words blah blah blah.
  55. In Trash Humpers, the latest slovenly, haphazard, is-it-a-travesty-if-it's-bad-on-purpose avant doodle from director Harmony Korine, three figures in rubbery old-age makeup do indeed mimic intercourse with Dumpsters.
  56. Taylor Hackford, fails to squeeze the tiniest bit of juice, sexy or comic or otherwise, out of the chintzy-libertine locale.
  57. No movie -- whether aimed at adults or kids or canines themselves -- has the right to be as tiresome and unoriginal as this action-comedy mutt.
  58. Faster grafts that genre's style onto a deadbeat script and leaves it to Johnson - as deadly focused as a gunsight - to make it all believable.
  59. I wish I could say that the film is half as intriguing as it sounds, but A Woman, a Gun... lacks the Coen brothers' precision, their diabolical game-board cleverness. It's a remake in shaggy outline only.
    • 37 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    Afterlife is slow-moving but relentless, and judging from a post-credits teaser that promises yet another sequel, it has an unquenchable appetite for your brain cells.
  60. The Rite commits the supreme sin of making the devil dull.
  61. A far-below-par thriller that desperately wishes it were a different movie - a longing it shares with the audience.
  62. The music screeches, the actors vamp, the knives and weapons and bombs and fireballs fly around the screen. Meanwhile, the well-prepared moviegoer slips into her or his own private fantasy of a world in which movie effects are themselves locked away in an institution for the criminally insane until such time as those effects are really, truly necessary for the story.
  63. A bummer - slack rather than loose, tired rather than fun.
  64. Except for the relentless, jittery way that the film has been photographed, there's nothing of interest going on in it. It's all fractious guerrilla-newsreel "style" masquerading a void.
  65. Hop
    It's "Alvin and the Chipmunks" with only one chipmunk, and (if possible) even less fun.
  66. Bucky Larson is a one-note joke played over and over and over.
  67. An indistinct romantic-dramedy-ish something or other about the rekindled romance of an actress (Rachel Bilson) and her childhood best friend (Tom Sturridge).
  68. Anderson has made a zombie movie without the zombies.
  69. It will have you groaning between yawns.
  70. A ho-hum series of kills and lulls so predictable that it doesn't even look like much fun for the sharks; when they open wide, they might as well be yawning.
  71. It's a tragedy, really: According to the hapless team who made the movie, Our Paige is a relatively interesting young liberal who knows her own mind before the accident and a rather tedious, girlish conservative who fusses about keeping her hair smooth afterwards.
  72. Nothing in John Carter really works, since everything in the movie has been done so many times before, and so much better.
  73. Though it doesn't work as entertainment, this numbingly chipper rom-com (directed by Dermot Mulroney) might be of historical value someday as an A-to-Z guide to the genre's most overworked clichés.
  74. It's one of those stultifying aftermath-of-
a-car-crash movies.
  75. Killing looks ridiculously easy in this dispensable exploitation picture, directed for maximum impact of head-cracking pain by ad-trained Irish director Gary McKendry in his first feature.
  76. Somehow, it actually looks cheaper than "Paranormal Activity." It's less funny, too.
  77. The title, Machine Gun Preacher, makes it sound like a piece of grindhouse kitsch - and by the time it's over, you'll be thinking, ''If only!''
  78. This inauthentic teen tale, with its cosmetically softened edges, serves neither the young people nor the Mendes fans for whom it might be intended.
  79. In the face of such junk, the idea that Fox would proudly put himself on a punishing regime of severe diet and exercise to get prisoner-skinny-yet-crazy-muscled for the job of make-believe is vanity at best, obscenity at worst.
  80. It's the sign of an empty, depressing experience when the only tension is over Bob's choice to use a power drill or a weed whacker for his next kill.
  81. The title Addicted to Fame hints that Giancola knows enough to count himself among the hooked. But the crappiness of this documentary about a crappy parody of a crappy B movie suggests that he hasn't kicked the habit.
  82. Aside from an unintentional homage to "Zoolander" that is so tone-deaf it'll make you guffaw, Annie goes out of its way to make viewing it a hard-knock life...for us.
  83. You may go into Flatliners hoping for a psychedelic mindblower, but the film is about as exciting as staring at a lava lamp for two hours.
  84. A lumpy and laughless farce from writer-director Steven Brill (Drillbit Taylor, Little Nicky), a man who never told a joke he couldn't ruin.
  85. You don't walk into a movie like A Haunted House 2 expecting anything remotely scary or serious, but you don't expect to walk out feeling a terrible sense of dread, either.
  86. It's both exhausting and laughable in its eagerness to shock. That's the bad news. The worse news is that Volume II comes out next month.
  87. Here’s a film that turns Michael Fassbender into a puppet, and oh, those strings hold him down.
  88. While it won't win any Oscars, Matthew Cooke's new documentary How To Make Money Selling Drugs may take the prize for being the shallowest and most glib film of the year.
  89. It’s soulless, incoherent, Renaissance Faire hooey. And since the latest iteration of game series that inspired it, World of Warcraft, already peaked years ago, even the timing is off.
  90. The Wedding Ringer is such a crudely edited, slapdash affair it often forgets about the characters it has introduced — especially the women.
  91. A shoddy special-effects howler that makes a hash out of both Egyptian mythology and human logic.
  92. In terms of content and meaningfulness, Terrence Malick’s Song to Song is the cinematic equivalent of a Trump press conference. Incoherent, disconnected, self-interrupting, obsessed with pointless minutiae and crammed full of odd, limp stabs at profundity from a closed-off man in his 70s who apparently has no ability to edit or accept constructive criticism.
    • 68 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    The goal here is cynical satire. The result, sadly, is just a yawn.

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