For 7,797 reviews, this publication has graded:
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68% higher than the average critic
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2% same as the average critic
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30% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 2 points higher than other critics.
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Average Movie review score: 67
| Highest review score: | 13th | |
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| Lowest review score: | Wide Awake |
Score distribution:
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Positive: 4,958 out of 7797
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Mixed: 2,079 out of 7797
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Negative: 760 out of 7797
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- Entertainment Weekly
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The mood is ruined by the bitchy 1990s stereotyping of the husband hunters.- Entertainment Weekly
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Bruce Fretts
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.''- Entertainment Weekly
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Lisa Schwarzbaum
A tuneless variation on the working girl-captivates-Mr. Big formula that has propelled fairy tales as old as Cinderella.- Entertainment Weekly
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Owen Gleiberman
How appealing is Muniz, taking a break from ''Malcolm in the Middle,'' a day job he should by no means let go of?- Entertainment Weekly
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Owen Gleiberman
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.- Entertainment Weekly
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Owen Gleiberman
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.- Entertainment Weekly
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Owen Gleiberman
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.- Entertainment Weekly
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Lisa Schwarzbaum
It's young-Hollywood-driven business as usual in this derivative, nasty, and ultimately empty drama.- Entertainment Weekly
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Lisa Schwarzbaum
A cheap cut-glass tiara of a booby prize goes to Drop Dead Gorgeous for messing up so utterly.- Entertainment Weekly
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Lisa Schwarzbaum
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.- Entertainment Weekly
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Owen Gleiberman
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
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Scott Brown
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.- Entertainment Weekly
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Owen Gleiberman
God-awful?Gooding screams out lines like ''I'm about to get in yo' ass like last year's underwear!''- Entertainment Weekly
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Lisa Schwarzbaum
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.- Entertainment Weekly
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Owen Gleiberman
Simply put, it may be the lamest movie ever made about poor white... Southern characters.- Entertainment Weekly
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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.- Entertainment Weekly
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Lisa Schwarzbaum
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.- Entertainment Weekly
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Owen Gleiberman
Instead of rooting for Pullman and Fonda, we end up praying that the crocodile is hungry enough to put them out of their misery.- Entertainment Weekly
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It's tempting to brand the film anti-Semitic, but it's so utterly pointless it lacks even that distinction.- Entertainment Weekly
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Owen Gleiberman
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.- Entertainment Weekly
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Lisa Schwarzbaum
Mostly about slapping together a bunch of clichés -- outdated clichés at that -- regarding the loneliness of ambitious women.- Entertainment Weekly
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Lisa Schwarzbaum
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 $$$.- Entertainment Weekly
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Lisa Schwarzbaum
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.- Entertainment Weekly
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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.- Entertainment Weekly
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Lisa Schwarzbaum
Plays out like a variation on an old design dictum: If you can't make it good, make it big.- Entertainment Weekly
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