For 3,750 reviews, this publication has graded:
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51% lower than the average critic
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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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
While the film strives to prove its cool, it's also built on the insufferably antique idea that some flattery and a good fuck are all any woman needs.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Railsback and Snodgrass struggle against caricature in their own fine performances.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Extraordinarily witty (nothing new for this director) while coming off as a taunt to anyone who'd dare to follow in his wake.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Powerfully enigmatic study of the fundamental opacity of human relations.- 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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F. X. Feeney
We may not fully grasp what Nora saw in Joyce, but what he saw in her is made unmistakable, and worth seeing.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Astonishing isn't the word -- neither is incompetent, incoherent or just plain crap. Indeed, none of these words really gets at the very special type of badness that is Deuces Wild.- 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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F. X. Feeney
The film works, cleanly, without any tiresome reliance on computer graphics.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
The drawback is Tyler, who lacks the vigor and energy her part requires in order to transcend charges of misogyny.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
This should have been Beatty's "Wonder Boys," but the filmmakers don't seem to realize they've sent their hero on a sexual adventure that neither his heart nor his dick needs to take.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
Seen in the bowl's metaphoric reflection, Nolte's Adam, with his patronizing wish to build a great art museum to "give something back" to the poor laborers who built his fortune, is a complex American monster.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
Moll ratchets his suspense with impressive mastery, wringing a maximum of excruciating terror out of the humblest everyday materials.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Despite the lack of zing in Hogan's frequently self-deprecating zingers, director Simon Wincer repeatedly lets scenes dribble on until an awkward silence engulfs everyone onscreen.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Thraves escapes formula by shaping the film around low-key incidents instead of speeches or overt lessons. There are plenty of side streets here.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Lurches from one set-piece stomach-lurcher to the next with nary a nod to narrative coherence.- L.A. Weekly
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We should be thankful for the courage of Wang and his cast in standing against a culture that nervously treats sex as either a prurient joke or a puritan crime.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
Mamet's fixation on language is, nonetheless, more effective onstage than onscreen, where the technical and visual requirements distract from the sounds of the words -- the heart of Mamet's work.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Mutates halfway through into a ham-fisted action movie that squanders the good will, and insults the intelligence, of its audience.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
A triumph of invisible craftsmanship that embraces so much specific detail that none of the women ever comes across as an emblem or an abstraction.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Rich with comic potential that goes unfulfilled, time after stupefying time.- L.A. Weekly
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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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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
So many stars means so little room for character and plot.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
If as much thought had been expended on character and consequences as was lavished on bell-bottom diameters, collar widths and soundtrack selection, Blow might have been a richer, more intelligent experience, and much more Demme's movie than a carbon copy of other people's.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
By the time it hits you, you're worn out by all the dead ends and false trails the movie has put you through.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
There is too much rambling contemporary footage here and not enough juicy historical material.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Like the film's characters, the city of Paris has been made faceless, as if it too were merely the pawn in a representational hell where light and color and shading are forbidden.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
At times the picture feels like an affectionate parody of recent Iranian films.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Less about music than about the possibilities of the IMAX system itself.- L.A. Weekly
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Equally as brainless, shrill and calculated as its two predecessors.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The movie is crudely jokey and, finally, a wimpy betrayal of its source.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
There's something overly studied, almost clinical, in how it all pulls together.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
In supporting roles, Ellen Barkin and Marisa Tomei are marvelously light-footed.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Maquiling offers us the unexpected pleasures of taking the side streets in a film about how even minor-key adventures can make a life stuck in low gear something to look back on.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
If it registers at all, it'll likely be more because of the fuckability of Morris Chestnut -- a star waiting for a worthy film -- than any insights or memorable moments from the movie itself.- 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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F. X. Feeney
The humor stays on one low level throughout, and thus fades fast.- L.A. Weekly
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Silver, manages the deft balance of making Seagal seem both genuinely courageous and charmingly blockheaded.- L.A. Weekly
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The Shapiros, whose film is intercut with hilarious clips from vintage TV interviews with Mike Douglas and Charlie Rose, ultimately reveal a frail but mentally robust old man.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Despite the success of these action sequences, Annaud and his ultraserious cast are so determined (admirably) to keep war from seeming romantic that we are never quite pulled into the movie.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
If nothing else, Memento is a savvy comment on the queasy uncertainties of the postmodern condition, in which history goes no further back than yesterday's news, and knowledge is supplanted by "information" from a tumult of spin-controlled, unreliable narrators.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
Surprisingly moving -- prompting lumps in the throat over what was, after all, a historic moment of the most luminous hope.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
These women are smart, funny and wonderfully real, traits that one might safely attribute to Westfeldt and Juergensen, who also wrote the screenplay.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Struggles to achieve a giddy eccentricity that never fully emerges.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Frances Reid and Deborah Hoffman's heart-stopping, Oscar-nominated documentary about the Truth and Reconciliation Commission is narrow in focus, but broad in its reach for insight into the power of public drama.- 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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Manohla Dargis
Isn't just rotten -- badly acted, badly written, badly conceived -- it's dead inside.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
There are gruelingly unfunny gags, an unspeakable soundtrack featuring BTO and Billy Ocean, and Victoria's Secret mannequin Heidi Klum as a model who demands that her pussy hair be styled into a bushy red heart.- L.A. Weekly
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Drags through one tough-love moment after another without much energy or originality from its single-monikered star.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Especially disappointing that Lemmons, who in "Eve's Bayou" gave us insightful glimpses into the emotional world of black adults, has lost her balance, elevating formula over revelation.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
As with "The Blair Witch Project," one must swallow one's irritation at paying yet again for big-screen video -- but even so, the spectacle of an America falling apart is acutely and hilariously embodied by Dawn.- L.A. Weekly
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Skirting overt politics, Waddington opts instead for a subtle portrait of emotions, and a story that's told through glances, languorous pacing and breathtaking landscapes.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
It's finally a hilarious and cuddly flashback from the dog's point of view, to his training as a pup, that marks the moment when the film finds its sweetly moronic legs.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Undisciplined and overstuffed with enough surplus plot twists to make your neck ache, The Mexican affects the tousled look of a self-conscious indie.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Like so many movies that depend on effects for effect, plot comes in a poor second to spectacle. That leaves the Fraser, funny and sexy as hell, left with little chance to prove it.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
As stunning to look at as "Girl on the Bridge" or indeed any of his others, but it lacks the distilled intensity — and, surprisingly for Leconte, the wit.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
The film seems to argue that Rock's real-life manipulation of the race card is little more than exploitation, rather than the essence of his incendiary comic critique.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Unfunny comedy. Nearly everyone is terrible except for Cumming, who just does what comes naturally and steals his every scene.- L.A. Weekly
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It boasts none of the studio's high-gloss animation. That said, Recess is not without its charms.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
This feeble remake offers little more than two pretty and willing leads who nonetheless can't hide their embarrassment over being set up as distractions to hide the film's thorough lack of coherence and appeal.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
It's the dialogue -- wisecracking and wistful in equal measure -- that plays out the tyrannical illogic of romantic attraction, and so endears us to this ensemble of bruised souls that when, as in life, not everyone gets what they have come to deserve, it feels, as in life, like an injustice.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Ustaoglu has made Mehmet unbelievably naive -- and the hardships piled upon him unintentionally evoke "The Perils of Pauline." That dilutes what should be a powerful protest film, and robs it of the emotional impact it aims for.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Beautifully acted film remains deeply intelligent and always fascinating.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
This is harmless stuff, and sometimes it's actually pretty funny, too.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The flabbiest of cop-outs. Moore gives a flat, spiritless performance, almost matched by that of Anthony Hopkins, who, notwithstanding the Armani threads, shuffles around like a pensioner in bedroom slippers.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
It is undeniable in its poignancy, an ecstatic vision of what might have been, though as much for its story as for the fact that the whole thing dissolves like a paper fan in rain, an evanescent masterwork.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Something there is about the '60s that undoes the most intelligent of filmmakers.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Filled with the kind of frank, nonsensational sensuality that eludes American filmmakers, this movie proves again that the most interesting cinema about teenage life -- gay and otherwise -- is being made far from our provincial shores.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
How this hopelessly muddled and tedious dirge got released -- unless it was through the clout of Mel Gibson, who's grafted on as an FBI agent in a neck brace, with no discernible connection to the action -- is the real mystery.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Although rumor and marketing indicate that this is meant to be a comedy, there's little that's funny here.- 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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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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Bergman's collaboration with Ullmann began when he directed her in "Persona" (1966). Here, with the roles nearly reversed, she shows herself as great an interpreter behind the camera.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Peet and Poor make strong impressions in smaller roles, but then again, edgy and sexy is easier to make compelling than decent and nice.- L.A. Weekly
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If Tass had found a way to include more playfulness, her film would be more endearing. Instead, she accents the easy bathos of David Parker's script, from the problems of the shrill, cliched neighbors to a finale that plays like a movie of the week.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Director Shankman has diligently studied the forms and reproduced the moves of the screwball romances he so clearly loves, but he simply hasn't the chops to put together even a decent rip-off of those glittering jewels of the '30s and '40s, which depend on great writing, classy situation comedy and, above all, chemistry.- L.A. Weekly
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Penn's own gifts as an actor seem, in turn, to bring out the best in Nicholson, as well as the rest of the cast.- L.A. Weekly
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