For 3,750 reviews, this publication has graded:
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On average, this publication grades 8.7 points lower than other critics.
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Average Movie review score: 56
| Highest review score: | A Bread Factory Part Two: Walk With Me a While | |
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| Lowest review score: | Deuces Wild |
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Scott Foundas
Lucas is a major figure, and Revenge of the Sith may be some kind of historic achievement -- the first movie in which it is fully impossible to tell where flesh ends and digital paint begins.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Though it includes plenty of footage from those terrible days, this wonderful, devastating documentary is as much Dallaire's story as it is the story of a whole continent abandoned by a cynical world.- L.A. Weekly
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Robert Abele
A tiring exercise in time-biding sadism (versus wit or suspense), inflated with shock editing, noisy effects and an angry score, like a thriller with road rage.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
My own little critic-in-training laughed her head off. Lacks taste, must try harder.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
This is a gay men's movie whose primary function is to doll Fonda up like a drag queen and let her rip.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The worthy text of Mad Hot Ballroom is undercut by the real source of its energy, the heat of competition and the pure joy of winning.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Honoré never gets beneath these characters' sunburned skins, and well before the end, the film tips irretrievably over into the realm of absurdity.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
For all its hectic comings and goings, though, Kings & Queen is superbly controlled, gracefully shot and edited, and, for its entire 150 minutes, as engrossing as its meanings are opaque.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
Writer-director Darren Lemke's likable thriller shows surprising smarts for a low-budget debut, cribbing from all the right sources.- L.A. Weekly
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Kim Morgan
A tiresome, hammy and ultimately annoying portrait of the artist as a young drunk.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
In its depiction of a fleeting, but nevertheless factual, peace in the Middle East, Ridley Scott's Kingdom of Heaven may seem a more quixotic Hollywood fantasy than all six Star Wars movies lumped together.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
Davis, who did some writing for a TV series and acted in a couple of B-thrillers, is notably solid inhabiting Riley's conflicted machismo, supported by Diane Tayler's fine turn as a bottom-rung manager.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
While it isn't surprising that improv gods Short and fellow SNL vet Jan Hooks, as Glick's wife, Dixie, are brilliant, who knew that perennial onscreen good girl Elizabeth Perkins, playing here a has-been bitch-diva, could be so brittle and sexy?- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
A warped, but beautiful and strangely hopeful, coming-of-age tale.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
But by film's end, no one is looking good. If Wranovics is somewhat too noncommittal in his presentation, he still shows a great eye for detail.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Half a notch above a vanity project, this chipper little number by French director Steve Suissa offers a deadly combination of shamelessness, narcissism and schoolboy comedy.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Bier's portrayal of the brothers' interplay holds few surprises, and the exploitation of the war between East and West is vulgar, contrived and borderline racist.- L.A. Weekly
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Kim Morgan
Ledes shows promise, but truly, this would have been better left to Todd Haynes.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Not just one of the best Hollywood movies about race, but, along with "Collateral," one of the finest portrayals of contemporary Los Angeles life period.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
This very funny, very British movie -- directed by newcomer Garth Jennings -- has sci-fi effects that are impressive yet appropriately cheesy.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
What's fun is that the road to that climactic Capitol showdown is paved with one ridiculous and relentlessly edited set piece after another.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
As repellent and repellently opportunistic a piece of work as the various shock-horror provocations (The Isle, The Coast Guard) that helped to launch this worrisome career (Kim Ki-Duk).- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Jacquot seems unwilling to either shape his story or offer commentary, a standard New Wave strategy that, in this instance, makes for a tale as vague as it is nouvelle.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Bujalski takes a sledgehammer to the carefully ordered surfaces and dramatic conventions of narrative cinema, favoring instead an unpredictability in which the crosscurrents of quotidian life collide on the screen in a series of brilliantly alive patterns.- L.A. Weekly
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It's a style at once ravishing and mysterious, austere and intimate, carrying with it the suggestion that even cinema may be powerless to invade the most clandestine antechambers of human behavior.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Ladies in Lavender oscillates between scenes so relentlessly nice they make you want to scream and others - particularly those depicting the crush Dench develops on her new housemate - creepier than anything in "The Amityville Horror."- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The Painting is a sleekly crafted quilt of moldy racial insight and feel-good kumbaya-isms set against the backdrop of the civil rights era. The acting is competent, TV-movie-of-the-week quality (network, not cable), while every single character is a type you've seen a million times before.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Shakily cobbled together from stock footage and new interviews with authors and family, Stalin’s Wife is nearly barbarous in its denial of aesthetic pleasure. The whole thing looks like a late-night-TV infomercial.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Director Roland Suso Richter gives a raw, frank but sophisticated account of the excruciating logistics of this great escape, and the appalling, inspiring blend of betrayal and courage that attended the group's herculean efforts.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
When it comes to the United Nations, though, the movie turns to Jell-O. Whether Pollack was softened up by his meetings with U.N. brass (all the way up to Kofi Annan), or by his own gentlemanly Midwestern liberalism, he is alarmingly circumspect about that august body.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Peet is triumphant as the beguiling object of desire with wounded-bird eyes and devilish smile -- sexy and tart, then, in the space of a breath, totally, tenderly tragic. Like Oliver, we'd happily follow her anywhere.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Zoe is lively and an astonishing athlete, but it's Jeannie who gives this film resonance.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Fiercely intelligent, terrifying and absurdly funny documentary.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
The final match stirs briefly, but when it's over, the movie's energy crashes right back down again. Disappointing.- L.A. Weekly
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Kim Morgan
If not for the race sequences and the intriguing presence of Caviezel, who made this film before "The Passion of the Christ" and who one hopes will take on even more roles befitting his peculiar sad-eyed charisma, the film would amount to a well-intentioned snooze.- L.A. Weekly
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Ron Stringer
It's a prolonged, maddening, predictable -- yet curiously pleasurable -- descent into incomprehensibility.- L.A. Weekly
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For those turned on by the thought of such “sexually charged” scenes as men describing techniques for picking locks to women while drawing on their bodies with mascara pencils, Erosion may provide some pleasure. Everyone else though, will be worn down by the film’s tedious hand-wringing about infidelity and bursts of unerotic sex.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Much meaner remake, starring Ryan Reynolds (quite good).- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
David Duchovny’s debut as a writer-director puts little flesh on the bones of the roguish tricks he got up to as a lad in Greenwich Village in the 1970s.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
It's when adults with whitewashed notions of childhood get hold of a camera that kiddie fare - like this uninspired effort from writer-director Eric Hendershoot - goes limp.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The movie catches us up so profoundly in Frankie's self-destructive spiral (and gradual rehab), it's as though we’re seeing it all for the first time. I'd like to say that's because the story is true, only it isn't.- L.A. Weekly
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Kim Morgan
Pablo Berger's subtle satire Torremolinos 73 is almost there. Almost.- L.A. Weekly
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This glorified infomercial glosses over the underlying tension of a young man's introduction into a society whose materialistic, capitalist tendencies are diametrically opposed to his country's values.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
With the possible exception of Neil LaBute, I can't think of a filmmaker who can divide an audience as efficiently as Solondz.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
This perfectly distracting, ultimately unsatisfying film feels like a James Bond flick in which the stand-in got the lead.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
The movie refers glancingly to dozens of Hollywood classics, from "West Side Story" to "City Lights," but at heart it is a debt of honor richly paid by Stephen Chow to his martial-arts forebears and to the traditions that shaped his sensibility. His gong fu is the best.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Too sensitive for this world or any other, this stifling portrait of a family stuck in bereavement offers the painful sight of at least two highly accomplished actors frozen for lack of direction from novice writer-director Josh Sternfeld.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
If the dialectics here are strictly Hallmark, the film is lifted by some nice location work - all of the Chinese scenes are shot around Shanghai - and deepened somewhat by the bleak depiction of the emotional lives of Katie, her family and her friends.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
This look at the assorted struggles of modern hetero coupledom gives off a distinctly moldy aroma.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The film's self-limiting pacifism precludes a closer look at the poetry of war, which is not synonymous with poetry against war.- L.A. Weekly
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The film, which is directed by Matteo Garrone (The Embalmer), could do with a bit more plot: It doesn't resolve so much as collapse in utter desolation.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
After half an hour spent drooling over its visual splendors, I found the movie every bit as sickening as its creators intended it to be, minus the kicks they so palpably got out of making it.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Absolutely exhilarating...Pound for pound, it's more kinetically thrilling than anything Hollywood has produced in years, not least of all because it's real.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Directed by Agnès Jaoui, who made the equally delightful "The Taste of Others," this comedy of manners with a serious purpose centers on a group of loosely connected neurotics, all working in the rarefied worlds of amateur chorales.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The script is painfully underbaked, and director Bille Woodruff (Honey) continues to raise a question: How can someone from a music-video background have absolutely no sense of rhythm, timing or pacing?- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Has surprising depth and charm, descriptors never before ascribed to a movie starring Ashton Kutcher.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
One of those passionately atmospheric movies, like Jane Campion's "The Piano," that sounds idiotic on paper, but whose ambiance, charged with eros, rage, regret and optimism, is strangely moving.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Leitman has unearthed a terrific collection of vintage footage - yet, as if doubtful about holding our interest, she skims too quickly over the historical background.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
With masterful tonal balance and control, and a visual sophistication as yet unusual among Israeli directors, Gabizon catches both the absurdity and the sadness of what it means to live with such daily threat and confusion.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
The only thing remotely resembling a character arc is handed to Regina King, the ferocious Margie Hendricks in "Ray."- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Joan Cusack and Kim Cattrall bring some nice ambiguity to their thankless roles as the mothers, while pintsize Kirsten Olson and punked-out Julianna Cannarozzo, both professional skaters, leaven this Disney sugarplum with much-needed wit.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Might have something interesting to say about cultural ambivalence by and toward the maternal impulse if only it had a spark of originality or verve.- L.A. Weekly
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From its austere opening credits to its screechy women, this 35th film by Woody Allen looks and sounds like a dozen other Allen movies.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
Schizo is an earnest also-ran, sadly muffled by the opaque performance of non-actor Oldzhas Nusupbayev.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The movie's true genius lies in the exquisite animation, a blend of hand-drawn and state-of-the-art digital technology that suggests an old world being bullied into a new one.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The movie isn't particularly tasteful or finely crafted -- but it grabs you by the jugular, and only during an overcooked climax does it finally relax its grip.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
One senses that this is an intensely personal project for Binder, who is not as forgiving as he might be toward the mercurial mother. Still, the film is carried by Costner and Allen, who project a chemistry so incrementally built on reluctant camaraderie, they almost seem like siblings.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Millions is an intelligent children’s film that may prove to be a guilty pleasure for adults.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
In My Country stands closest to "Hotel Rwanda," a similarly clumsy yet inescapably moving effort to confront the brutal consequences of colonial oppression.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
A determinedly old-fashioned boxing/coming-of-age film, only perfunctorily hitting its marks.- L.A. Weekly
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Though sprung from the mind of a woman, the film plays like a hetero male fantasy of tortured love.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Parkhill's heart seems to belong to 1940s film noir, where a lonely man could be driven half-mad by the sight of a mystery woman performing a hot flamenco dance, a scene Parkhill stages here to unintentional titter-inducing effect.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Quickly reveals itself to be a hyper-stylized flick (lots of odd angles and studied production design in the service of flashbacks and dream sequences), but the glossy sum effect is that of a film student straining for a weightiness he can't pull off.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
If Blake Edwards wrote a script and then Abel Ferrara directed it, it might look something like Nowhere Man.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
The director's work is suitably unnerving, but leaves one feeling beaten senseless by reel two. When the hero's well-earned moment of clarity finally arrives, most will likely be too numbed out to care, despite the best efforts of Brody, an actor too vividly alive to be wasting his time playing dead.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The movie’s glib trafficking in illness, death and pinched little faces to jury-rig our emotional responses (Gibb was inspired by the equally likable, equally pandering Czech film "Kolya") lost me at hello.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Only at the end, when one of the principals makes a decision you don't see coming, does Face fleetingly weigh in as a movie you haven't seen a thousand times before at ethnically correct film festivals.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Its suggestion that Israel, of all nations, should know better than to persecute minorities within and across its borders, give the film a thrilling universal appeal.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
And like all great family sagas, The Best of Youth, while tipping its hat to the painful confusion of living life forward, reels it backward to give it the thrilling significance of time and place.- L.A. Weekly
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Kim Morgan
Poor special effects, a silly looking werewolf and clunky comic writing help to spoil what should have been a fun B-movie.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Stuck with flat material and a star more adept at responding to humor than generating it, director Stephen Herek, in a vain attempt to generate laughs, enlists Cedric the Entertainer, as a convict-turned-preacher.- L.A. Weekly
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As producer, writer and star of his first movie, Ray Jahangard gets points for confidence and nerve, but at the end of the day, it must be said that not everyone is meant to work in the movies.- L.A. Weekly
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