For 3,750 reviews, this publication has graded:
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51% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 8.9 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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Ella Taylor
Ray Harryhausen's original stop-motion Sinbad classics are a hard act to follow, but Tim Johnson and Patrick Gilmore's update, couched in a gorgeous palette of indigo and dark rose, is a big, beautiful thrill all its own.- L.A. Weekly
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Plays more like a disjointed radio show with pictures -- The power of Chomsky's intellect and message are poorly served when pigeonholed by the hagiography of some of his supporters.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Oscillating gracelessly between the coarse and the merely saccharine, 50 First Dates, directed with zero visual or comedic flair by Peter Segal (Anger Management, Tommy Boy), showcases Sandler's cuddlier side as it reprises the tepid chemistry that he and Barrymore road-tested in "The Wedding Singer."- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
Earnest, shoestring indie that makes use of some sharp location shooting and sympathetic performances to rise above its often awkward staging and writing.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Posey and Rudd are the real deal, so it's almost sad when Priscilla and Jack are left hanging in the final act, their issues unresolved. It's as if the filmmakers lost their nerve when it came time to write the kind of intimate, revealing conversation that can make a sex toy unnecessary.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Any movie offering a Muzak version of the Ramones' "Blitzkrieg Bop"warrants an immediate and unqualified recommendation.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
On the strength of such skillful pacing, and the pair's beautifully modulated performances (Leary's never been so warm or vulnerable), the film builds almost imperceptibly to a climax that's as moving as it is startling.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Some of the funny stuff is actually funny, some of it is funny and yucky, but most of it is just stupid.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The best parts of the movie occur during the outtakes, which are genuinely funny. The movie proper is insufferable.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
The movie deflates, but you still can't take your eyes off Gershon, who does her own singing, is fearless in the one girl-on-girl make-out scene, and is mesmerizing throughout -- an underused Barbara Stanwyck in a Gwyneth Paltrow age.- L.A. Weekly
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Robert Abele
Chicken Little is a clunky, arbitrarily plotted, over-caffeinated spritz that, despite colorfully visualizing a world of suburbanized animals, shifts from social-outcast comedy to underdog clichés to War of the Worlds mayhem as if the filmmakers were an improv troupe slamming through genre requests.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Becomes guilty of the very prejudice that his film has so obviously tried to subvert. It's too bad -- the rest of it is hilarious.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
A thriller that, at its best, has the gooney absurdity of an old Saturday-afternoon movie serial.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
While the film is not entirely successful, it still manages to string together enough charming moments to work.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Peterson and her longtime writing partner, John Paragon, as well as director Sam Irvin, clearly worship the Poe-inspired Roger Corman/Vincent Price films of the 1960s, so of course there’s a pit and a pendulum in that dungeon, but who’d have expected it to be so beautifully designed?- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Holds its potentially problematic ingredients together remarkably well, summoning outstanding performances from Morrow and Linney, while never dipping into sentiment or patronizing the ailment's sufferers.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
The first half-hour of The Core is hip enough to its own moribund formula that for a brief, shining moment, there's hope the film will actually be a goofy gas instead of the effects-bound lump it becomes.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
This genial comedy is as unambitious and, at times, as funny as its high concept.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Begins so well that it's painful to watch it degenerate into tried-and-true frat-boy humor.- L.A. Weekly
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If the film's first two-thirds are dreary and preposterous, give Soref credit for a truly -- what's the proper cinematic terminology? -- batshit-crazy finale involving demented religious sects, ridiculously bloody face-offs and a gaggle of cross-dressing Mexican prostitutes.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
While its blowout finale is telegraphed long before the first act ends, and too much else is just as obvious and bland, Judd, Freeman and Franklin never stop adding filigree. The big picture isn't much to look at, but the detailing isn't bad.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
This is the first Broadway-sourced movie musical in umpteen years, and you should see it, because the score is gorgeous.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Shallow Hal is "Shrek" for grown-ups, a fairy tale right down to its reverse-Cinderella plot.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Milla Jovovich, as Steven's Yiddish-spouting punk-rocker friend, is so bad, she's downright entertaining.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
There may, somewhere in the premise of Incantato, lie the inspiration for a fine farce, but under Avati's shaky stewardship, the picture is leaden and charmless.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
There’s something entirely ridiculous about rating a movie like this NC-17: Why should sniggering, infantile, adolescent humor be denied its natural core audience of snigger-ing, infantile adolescents?- L.A. Weekly
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Kim Morgan
Peter Segal's film, a predictable, choppy affair at best, boasts an understated, likable performance by Sandler, but here we never feel, as we did with the original, invested in the outcome of the final game, or convinced of the redeemability of the movie's sordid protagonist.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
This is "Crash" with gun violence substituted for racism, although the tone of director–co-writer Aric Avelino's debut feature may be closer to one of those pious public-safety films that used to be shown to schoolchildren in order to frighten them out of potential bad behavior.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The movie serves up a pleasant, if unsurprising, confluence of classic ballet with street dance, not to mention a seamless collusion of polite racial integration with savvy niche marketing.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
Khouri manages, with terrific flair, to keep the extremes of screwball farce and blood-curdling family intensity on one continuum -- not only through the strength of the performances (including one from James Garner, who, as Sida's dad, gets the best one-liners) but in the ways they match across time.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
The convoluted plot unfolds mechanically and with little atmosphere as if sex and death in the Oval Office would provide enough gravity on its own. That it doesn't is a sign of mediocre filmmaking as well as a measure of just how cynical the times have become.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The Great Raid cries out for the kind of B-movie industriousness that Dahl brought to his early, low-budget films noirs (Kill Me Again, Red Rock West and The Last Seduction), but instead it has dreams of sugarplum Oscars dancing in its head, and never stops mistaking spectacle for the truly spectacular.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Adam & Steve is uneven, but it's a relief to see a gay romance that isn't about ab-perfect 20-year-olds, and which features lovers played by two long out-of-the-closet actors. Wonder of wonders.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Raymond De Felitta's directing is straightforward, tactful, lyrical where necessary and never mawkish, and though Reiser's script offers no grand insights, it's full of sharply observed and funny detail.- L.A. Weekly
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This ain’t "The Da Vinci Code," folks, and the reason you can tell is that it’s actually quite entertaining.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
The film gives good action (amid more tired spy business) but comes riddled with contradictions.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
You can't see the movie for the footage, so thick is it with digital tricks and furious action.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Until its dismaying final 15 minutes, this baseball redemption movie sails along on the charms of cute kids and a star who makes up in bone structure what he lacks in talent.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
That crack in Vitale's storytelling foundation would be forgivable if the writing, acting and character epiphanies . . . well, existed. As it is, not even Scotti's formidable lips can blow life into this stillborn flick.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Falls prey to the lazy assumption that a parade of whiz-bang CGI will cover for the absence of a muscular story.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Not terrible for a movie featuring John Travolta as a literature professor, but not too good either.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
It's almost foolish to review Hannah Montana: The Movie as anything other than the latest cog in a cultural phenomenon/mass-marketing juggernaut. The film itself certainly doesn't aspire to anything more.- L.A. Weekly
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Like Percy himself, the film doesn’t have any traits that qualify as having an actual personality. Even so, as long as the kiddies aren’t too upset by the major liberties reportedly taken with the source material, it might be enough to distract them until Harry returns.- 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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The Open Road isn’t an unwatchable howler -- instead, writer-director Michael Meredith’s film is merely dull and obvious.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
This is satire made from the inside of the ivory tower, and when, late in the third act, Fun With Dick and Jane decides to come on strong with platitudes about how the petit bourgeois really can stick it to the haute bourgeois, it goes from bad to worse.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Bruni-Tedeschi is her usual radiantly libidinal presence, but channeling Bette Midler doesn't become her, and even she can't redeem all the redundant vaudeville carry-on.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Narrow definitions of femininity limit the comedy and the romance.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Brother is a solid return to gangster form for Kitano, who knows how to transcend the most overly familiar genre clichés without betraying the rules of engagement.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
By the time a Bollywood production number segues into the finale from "Grease," the transition not only makes perfect sense, it sparkles.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
While the film throws a solid pop punch, you could still swear you've seen it all before.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
A surprisingly smart satire around the bubble-gum band that first found life in the pages of the Archie comic book series.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Overall Sheridan keeps both "Oirishry" and sentimentality in check. He captures the book's evenhanded sense.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Paymer is the key to this mild-mannered comedy built on easy setups and borscht-belt one-liners.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
This is a small, funny movie drawn from the radical notion that a love born of late-night lust can survive the glaring light of day.- L.A. Weekly
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Kim Morgan
In forced, quirky tedium, it drags us through love triangles, mommy issues and crying jags that make you want to shake this chick.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
As a movie, it must stand or fall by intense chemistry between the lead characters. Sadly, as co-written by Campion and Moore, In the Cut suffers from a fatal emotional and erotic imbalance.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Even by the low standards of high-concept Hollywood rom-coms, this charmless, prophetically titled stinker stands apart, suggesting that the recent mass firings at studio Paramount may not have been such a bad idea after all.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
If the screenwriters never satisfactorily reconcile these charming misfits with the unsettling fact that they're also bomb planters, albeit clumsy ones, they make up for it with smart, character-driven dialogue that's brought to life by an equally sharp ensemble.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Unfortunately, it's our knowledge of what's actually to come that puts much of the chill and complexity in Hopkins' rather formulaic script.- L.A. Weekly
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Daniel Fienberg
The two encounters with the beast WXIII -- first in a darkened factory, and later in an empty stadium, to the strains of Beethoven’s Piano Sonata in G Minor (Pathétique) -- elevate the disappointingly flat animation into a vivid fable of monster and morality.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Surprisingly enjoyable, even if you'd hesitate to call it a complete success. Indeed, Figgis expects you to sit back and roll with the pleasurable moments.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Shooting Fish wants to hang with the hip crowd--witness the vibrant colors, the flashy camera work and the stream of catchy pop songs--but its heart just isn't wild enough.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Proteus carries an air of forced-wit experimentation that never quite gets its anachronisms in order -- this 18th-century tale features a Jeep, a radio, and female court reporters with typewriters and bouffant hairdos.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Nearly wall-to-wall climax -- an unwieldy, two-plus-hours third act of a movie, guided by the principle (incubated by "Reloaded" and fully grown here) that too much is never too much.- L.A. Weekly
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Rob Staeger
Naturally, not everything is what it seems; there are a couple of necessary untruths even in this plot synopsis. But the part where it seems like some excellent actors have been roped into propping up a hopelessly by-the-numbers horror movie? That’s totally on the level.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
If Lies were better, the most obvious point of reference would be "In the Realm of the Senses," but the filmmaking isn't good enough to warrant such comparison, and the ideas are half-baked.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Never really gets across the essence of who the band members are and why they inspire such fidelity.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Although the film is a tad long, Mirkin ("Romy and Michele's High School Reunion") has managed to pull off a classy, gently funny movie in which no one throws up, a rare blessing these days.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
"Legally Blonde" was a splashy, wide-screen near musical, a movie made in the spirit of Elle Woods herself. Legally Blonde 2 is Elle Woods' eulogy.- L.A. Weekly
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Phoenix, who initially seemed the kind of actor who was too cool, too angry, to appear in studio pap such as this, is a magnetic presence, despite the numbing pathos surrounding him, but isn't that what we used to say about Travolta?- L.A. Weekly
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But, in the end, it may be that man against sand isn't as thrilling as it was back in the day.- L.A. Weekly
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A highly enjoyable programmer about those brave young men and their rickety flying machines.- L.A. Weekly
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The longer Swing Vote hangs around, the more engaging it becomes. It's twice as smart as you have any reason to expect but still only half as smart as you wish it were.- L.A. Weekly
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When conventional answers arrive, Where the Truth Lies seems as cheesy as its title -- but its disorienting layers of narrative make the double-entendre almost profound.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Spins a warm and fuzzy tale about love and happiness in the cutthroat art business.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Leven's tepid screenplay and the passionless self-control of Redford's direction make this bloodless movie a chore to sit through.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
(Ferrer's) performance as the sensitive private dick borders on beatific as he stumbles about a nighttime Hollywood Boulevard waxing lyrical about "love, sex and betrayal."- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
Some of the performances are remarkably natural amid so much farce.- L.A. Weekly
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John Powers
Spacey is nobody's idea of a goodhearted innocent, and I wonder why nobody has told him he'll blow his career if he keeps trying to pass himself off as Mr. Sensitive. It's time to go back to playing assholes. That's what he's good at, and that's why we love him.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
British director Eric Till’s ghastly Euro-pudding co-production (with all the international accents and badly post-synchronized dialogue that implies) manages to make a travesty of its title subject.- L.A. Weekly
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Appealingly cheesy, a tribute to the hope that springs eternal in the hopelessly inept.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Shall We Dance?, which roams all over the emotional map without landing anywhere, is an unwieldy mess that gives every impression of having been made under a mandate to fill the Miramax crowd-pleaser slot.- L.A. Weekly
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Horrific as it is, Halloween isn’t so much a horror film as a biopic, and a superb one at that.- L.A. Weekly
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Compelling in fits and starts, actor-director Andy Garcia's The Lost City possesses grand aspirations but troublesome execution.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The animation is cheesy; the banter isn't funny; the score is noisy and grating; and the critters look like stuffed animals. The best that can be said for The Wild is that it's a most insincere form of flattery. The worst is that it's a sincere form of theft.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
This highly entertaining spin on eco-catastrophe could turn the most meteorologically challenged among us into Weather Channel freaks.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Throughout, Sullivan and Braun shine, making for a match so sexy and appealing that it's a shame Swain avoids their love life, an approach that doesn't exactly advance gay liberation -- or cinema.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
Lyrical and funny, Full Grown Men is a tough-minded film about the need to grow up.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The Legend of Zorro is a Saturday matinee entirely lacking in Saturday-matinee thrills or brevity -- what's passable for the first 80 minutes or so becomes intolerable as the movie ticks past the two-hour mark.- L.A. Weekly
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A rough but boldly imaginative first feature by British-Canadian writer-director Alison Murray.- L.A. Weekly
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