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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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David Chute
The film is so single-mindedly determined to be light and comfortable, to not raise a sweat, that it forgoes even the mildest surprises. The only things that get heavy here are the viewer's eyelids.- 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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Chuck Wilson
Perry has great casting instincts, and in Elba and Union he's matched two gifted, equally gorgeous actors, both of whom seem ready to make sparks fly. If only their director would let them.- L.A. Weekly
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Niccol gives audiences a very amusing puzzle about authenticity, fraud, and the uses and abuses of technology. That is a fine and funny feat. The very folks responsible for our obsession with celebrity will likely love it. And in loving it, they will no doubt let themselves off the hook.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
It's a tribute to Robert Gordon's nifty screenplay and Dunne's cheerful way with digression that Addicted to Love, even as it broadens into screwball, also deepens into a character study full of surprising left turns.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Even though he refuses to excise about 15 to 20 minutes of unnecessary material, Pappas is nonetheless a steady editor who, less intrepid than dogged, pieces together a sustainably intriguing, suitably distressing exposé.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Always good with actors, Hanson brings out a beaten-down charm in Bana that works nicely against the hotheaded authority the actor shows in the gambling scenes, while Duvall is, like the veteran card shark he plays, a master of subtle gestures. The low card here is Barrymore, somewhat awkwardly shoehorned into this boys' club to provide some romantic relief.- L.A. Weekly
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Robert Abele
The sketchy, poorly colored, outsourced animation is dispiriting, but it's the only display of blatant crudeness, and in that, an obliging parent may find relief.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
The mood is hermetic to the point of claustrophobia, embellished with a sense of everyday surrealism indebted to David Lynch.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Lazily directed by Charles Stone III (the man behind Budweiser's "Whassup?!" campaign) from a leaden script by Matthew Cirulnick and novelist Thulani Davis.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The Reckoning proceeds with such leaden literal-mindedness that it never seems more than a stodgy (and, at times, blatantly silly) paperback affair.- L.A. Weekly
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Throughout God Spoke, Franken comes off as passionate and funny, with an impressive ability to muster facts and an absence of smugness.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Although not quite as uproarious or as wickedly subversive as Pedro Almodóvar's more substantial body of work, Queens is content to scamper gaily in the wake of his achievements -- and to offer one more reason for old Franco to roll anew in his grave.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
None of it rings true, and it distracts from the film's real heart, which, on its own, would have made for a strikingly original first film.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Burns, who made a career out of his mildly charming Irish-American rogue persona, has, with his latest and fourth feature, finally sloughed off the remaining traces of that charm, along with, apparently, the vestiges of a personality.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Achieves a level of hypocrisy astounding less for its brazenness than for its sheer stupidity.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Lounguine’s biopic is chilly and convoluted, too eventful to be boring, but never taking the time to immerse us emotionally in Makovski's world.- L.A. Weekly
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Turning Green is, if nothing else, the world’s loneliest teen sex comedy.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The cast is uniformly good, but Isabelle Blais especially stands out as Natalie.- L.A. Weekly
- Posted May 14, 2011
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Scott Foundas
Sentinel works overtime to suggest what a thrill-a-minute world its characters inhabit; but only during the last 20 minutes does the movie's pulse (or ours) raise above a flatline. The actors look uniformly unhappy to be there - except for Basinger, who seems lost in a lithium haze.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Held together by the blues -- Brown's prose and Howard's performance, Big Bad Love is a mess, but it's a sincere mess, beautifully shot by Paul Ryan and faithfully adapted by screenwriter James Howard.- L.A. Weekly
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Isn't a bad film, but as we watch it we're constantly rewriting it in our minds to make it a better one.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
Ultimately, The Hidden Half is shopworn feminist soap opera, enacted in a political echo chamber.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
While The Business of Fancydancing is a thoughtful and complex work of sound and vision, it doesn't seem quite right to call it a film, for a couple of reasons. First of all, it is plainly, if crisply, shot on video, with a bright, shiny surface that fairly screams low-rent. Second, the whole business is strangely non-cinematic.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
This latest offering from the Jim Henson stable puts a cheerfully broad new spin on the boy-and-his-dog franchise.- L.A. Weekly
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Robert Abele
Yes, Joe Camp has gone meta. It's hard to not feel a measure of warmth for the determined optimism of his enterprise, especially since he hasn't lost the touch for cute dog antics.- L.A. Weekly
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As with a concert or favorite record, sometimes it's best not to overthink things but simply let the visceral power take over. That is what made Queen and Freddie Mercury so special and that is why Bohemian Rhapsody will rock you, if you let it.- L.A. Weekly
- Posted Jan 3, 2019
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Ella Taylor
Doesn't seem to quite know what it is or where it's headed. So it goes anywhere it can while treading thematic water.- L.A. Weekly
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The Favor ultimately takes itself too seriously and ends up stranded in an unconvincing no man's land of cute bleakness.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Ardant gives in this film the performance of her life, lip-synching to the voice of the real Callas.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
It's a finely tuned Motor City engine: The action, including a nighttime car chase through a blinding snowstorm, is fast, brutal and efficient; the Motown soundtrack never cuts out; and as a gangster called Sweet, the British-Nigerian actor Chiwetel Ejiofor gives an electrifying performance.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The results are far from perfect: For one thing, Lipsky is so far from being a fluid visual storyteller that the garishly lit, appallingly composed Flannel Pajamas makes another two-hander talkfest Lipsky famously distributed -- "My Dinner With Andre" -- seem like "Lawrence of Arabia" by comparison.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
It's nowhere near as funny, largely because of an exhaustingly hyperactive performance by Elizabeth Hurley.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
As with most of Toback's films, there are Big Ideas being bandied about that never quite coalesce, a failing that, this time at least, mirrors his hero's own hyped-out search for meaning.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
The true star of the film -- areas whose mind-boggling size and immense beauty are still too overwhelming to be fully captured by the supersize IMAX screen.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
A premise so patently absurd, so implausible, they might as well have pitched it to the Oxygen channel.- L.A. Weekly
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Sam Weisberg
In Vladimir de Fontenay’s Mobile Homes, Imogen Poots gives a performance of such multifaceted distinction that it might be hard to believe you’re watching the same actress from frame to frame.- L.A. Weekly
- Posted Nov 16, 2018
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Ella Taylor
In the end, Sturminger's virginal insistence on draining the mother-son relationship of all eros also drains it of interest.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The film's one indisputably great performance comes from Sewell, whose Marke is no mere cuckold, but a good, honorable man caught up in circumstances beyond his ken, and ultimately this Tristan & Isolde's most tragic figure.- L.A. Weekly
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Smith and Jones sometimes have to paddle hard to keep their heads above the toilet water in which screenwriters Robert Gordon (Galaxy Quest) and Barry Fanaro (Kingpin) occasionally dunk them. But if the presence of Smith and Jones is indeed the tinker-proof ingredient of the Men in Black formula, little else seems to have survived the production unaltered.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The characters are put through worn-out cinematic paces, making both them and their tales tedious. Green Dragon plays as hollow catharsis, with lots of tears but very little in the way of insights.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
What makes the film compelling is the filmmakers' ability to blend a studied (occasionally academic) dissection of cultural and sexual decadence with a potboiler plot.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
Not for the squeamish (a guy rips out his own arm, for goodness' sake), the film is nevertheless more than just a gonzo gross-out. But not by much.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Despite the rush to get everyone from place to place, director Frank Coraci (The Wedding Singer, The Waterboy) luxuriates in colorful visual detail and gives the locals their due.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
It has a terminal case of the cutes crossed with the labored earnestness of a disease-of-the-week melodrama.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Swank's character and her performance are good enough to merit a movie of their own, instead of serving as fourth wheel to this lifeless ménage à trois.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The 68-year-old actor (Redford) segues into full-blown irascible-old-man mode, and though the transformation isn't quite as compelling as it sounds, it's easily the best thing going for this Lasse Hallstrom–directed, Wyoming-set weepie.- L.A. Weekly
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But while the film's tasty London settings add a whiff of elegance, Parker's confection collapses because we never believe Rachel and Luce as destined soul mates. The blame rests entirely with Perabo's meager performance.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
What's memorable here is the sparkling chemistry between Bates and Woodard, whose scenes together are a pleasure to watch, even as one thinks that their next outing should be to co-teach a master class entitled, "How To Rise Above Cliché."- L.A. Weekly
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Failing in its attempts at Zhang Yimou–like poetry, Azumi calls to mind a long, blood-splattered director's cut of a Power Rangers episode.- L.A. Weekly
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On the plus side, Open Season enjoys a clear narrative, real rooting interest and good interspecies rapport. On the downside, there’s a surfeit of cruel bunny-rabbit gags.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
Most of the movie is observant and level-headed, a tip of the hat to ordinary schlubs entangled in vast events, people who would otherwise be background victims in a conventional historical drama.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
For all their foul jokes and embarrassments, the brothers have a talent for creating characters whose goodness, and lack of ironic self-consciousness, shield them against life's insults.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
If Zhou Yu’s Train is finally no more than whimsy, it’s classy, delicate whimsy, a testament to the way romantic love, however unsatisfied, continues to drive itself.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Formulaic but innocuous little movie's one clever moment, a sing-off between choirs standing on their respective church steps, trying to lure in Sunday-morning worshippers.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Going down with the Titanic was a picnic compared to what Leonardo DiCaprio has to weather (an Alice in Wonderland hairdo, for starters) as Louis XIV in this unwittingly nutso adaptation of Alexandre Dumas' 1850 novel.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
A decent thriller trying to overcome a rather preposterous premise.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Manipulative, feel-good drivel wrapped around a cloying performance by Kevin Spacey.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
This likable but utterly conventional movie works harder than is necessary to unpack for us Ethan Canin’s short story "The Palace Thief."- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Salva falls back on dull, jumbled action and an awkward subplot as he lurches toward a sequel.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
The best that the good doctor (Murphy) can do, encumbered as he is by Larry Levin's screenplay and its low joke quotient, is discipline the dog, lay into the lizard and shtick it to the bear.- L.A. Weekly
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The pace of the film remains fairly brisk, in no small part because what's being said is staggering, especially if you don't know too much about the science of and politics behind vaccines.- L.A. Weekly
- Posted Mar 30, 2012
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Scott Foundas
As in the late-period works of Mel Brooks, the very structure of the film feels irreparably fatigued.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
There's never been a movie director like Catherine Breillat, a fearless visionary and one hell of a woman.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
It's a setup so easy it borders on facile, but keeping the film from cheap-shot mediocrity is its crack cast.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Like a good punk tune, the filmmaker's focused energy distracts from compositional flaws, all the better to enjoy visceral pleasures such as a spot-on Zoë Pouledouris as preening singer Fauna.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Von Trotta and co-writer Pamela Katz can't resist cutting, again and again, to Hannah and her airless musings on the story's meaning. These interludes stop the movie in its tracks and, counter no doubt to von Trotta's intentions, do a disservice to the Rosenstrasse women themselves, who shouldn't have to fight for screen time.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The direction is lazy and the script thoroughly witless, from its token Bergman references to dialogue that suggests a night in borscht-belt hell.- 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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Too often, though, Jakubowicz falls back on his relentlessly pirouetting DV camera, attention-deficient editing and ear-splitting sound effects as a substitute for real tension, or a more piercing inquiry into the bubbling tension between South America's haves and its poverty-stricken have-nots.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Sarandon's motherly sexiness is appealing, but it's Hawn, in a warm and deep performance as the hapless but free-spirited Suzette, who walks away with the movie.- L.A. Weekly
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Charlotte Gray is not a subtle movie, but it is an honorable and surprisingly gripping one.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
This is such a dazzlingly self-assured directorial debut that it's hard to know what to praise first.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Bruckheimer's latest is in some crucial respects worse than those earlier blockbuster bids ("Gone in 60 Seconds" and "Coyote Ugly") -- certainly it's more fraudulent -- because unlike those films, which don't claim to be about anything other than thrills and tits, Remember the Titans means to be about race.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
So many stars means so little room for character and plot.- L.A. Weekly
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Can't sustain its manic pitch, or work the McMiracle needed to overcome a script (credited to three writers, though more were no doubt afoot) that's less a story than a sales pitch.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
This won't be remembered as one of the prodigiously talented Armstrong's great films (My Brilliant Career, High Tide, Little Women), but it's still 90 percent better than everything else out there.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Cute and smarmy are nothing new for writer-director Tom DiCillo; what is new is the crushingly unfunny fusion of the two he's hit upon for this film.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
While Parker and co-writer Catherine di Napoli are faithful to Melville’s plotline, they and a fully engaged supporting cast — have made the old boy's characters more quick-witted than any English Lit major would have thought possible.- L.A. Weekly
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Christine Lahti, making her directorial debut, wrings good laughs and strong emotion throughout, largely through the performances.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Today's street-smart moviegoing kids don't need to be so shamelessly pandered to.- L.A. Weekly
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It's merely a trivial footnote to the popular franchise - though one that will no doubt satisfy rabid gleeks.- L.A. Weekly
- Posted Aug 13, 2011
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Scott Foundas
That may not exactly thrill those who admire the Saw films only for their splatter quotient, but all told, this is a more affecting study in grief, guilt and human frailty than "Babel."- L.A. Weekly
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How could a movie about someone with one of the nation's longest FBI files be this dull?- L.A. Weekly
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Spanglish is Brooks' unqualified kitchen disaster - a desperate, shapeless, overreaching big-screen sitcom of a movie that just wants to be loved. Is that so wrong? In a word, yes.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
The end result is like cold porridge with only the odd enjoyably chewy lump.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Writer-director Avi Nesher and co-screenwriter Roger Berger -- upon whose real-life investigations the film is based -- deliver on the hard-boiled promise of this low-key thriller with plenty of gritty twists and turns.- L.A. Weekly
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John Powers
Despite the busy camera work, bombastic score and rapt attention to violence, director Antoine Fuqua (Training Day) can't mask the script's white-savior paternalism.- L.A. Weekly
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