L.A. Weekly's Scores

For 3,750 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 46% higher than the average critic
  • 3% same as the average critic
  • 51% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 8.7 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Movie review score: 56
Highest review score: 100 A Bread Factory Part Two: Walk With Me a While
Lowest review score: 0 Deuces Wild
Score distribution:
3750 movie reviews
  1. A crass, condescending piece of corporate bamboozling, Grind plays like a movie conceived by monkey-suited honchos who regard their targeted audience as impressionable nincompoops susceptible to every new trend in sports, clothing and music that comes down the pike.
  2. An undercooked allusion to chaos theory -- gives every appearance of having been conceived, planned and executed out of a high school locker room.
  3. Traub does her plucky best, coming off as part Judy Blume heroine, part post-WB hipster, and she provides the film with its few and infrequent moments of emotional truth.
  4. Koppelman and Lieven's toneless, generic direction style is slack, not slick, and they handle actors like livestock. Only John Malkovich, as Matty's psychotic uncle, retains his dignity.
  5. Schaeffer fails to develop the relationship beyond clichéd signpost events.
    • 30 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    It’s as not-unpleasantly amateurish as the regional genre movies that four-walled rural theaters in the days before video. But do-nothing Sarah may be the dullest, most featureless and inactive protagonist in recent movies.
  6. Although this movie doesn't have an ounce of depth, it's so thoroughly amiable and upbeat that you'd have to be in a fighting mood to find fault with it.
  7. A film where everyone -- white, black, gay or otherwise -- is equally, lovably dumb.
  8. The film is ultimately more labored than inspired. A cameo by James Brown is amusing, but it can't keep The Tuxedo from earning the distinction of being Chan's worst Hollywood film to date.
  9. Although its lushness and penchant for melodrama are the cinematic equivalent of Billy Sherrill's syrupy string arrangements for George Jones, Tammy Wynette and Charlie Rich circa 1973, the movie deftly manages to remain sweet without becoming saccharine.
    • 30 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Is Meet Bill the worst movie ever? Probably not, but it's certainly incoherent enough to give "Gigli" a run for its money.
  10. Lee hits almost every note wrong, from Terence Blanchard's overplayed score, to underdeveloped roles for Ellen Barkin and John Turturro, to stale one-liners.
    • 30 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    As they pursue their goals, no movie cliché is left unturned. The streetball scenes offer some nifty trick plays, but the rest of Crossover features poorly dressed sets, cheap-looking costumes and locations, and silly histrionics.
  11. Drab and muddled romance.
  12. A brutish affair replete with sliced bodies, a diced storyline and enough clanky dialogue to wake the dead.
  13. The cast, which includes Cloris Leachman as the sisters' mother and Paul Sorvino, Jamey Sheridan and Mark Harmon as their various men, emote like pros, even as they deplete any audience goodwill left over from past triumphs.
  14. Burt Reynolds, whose near-vaudevillian comic timing, is refreshing but not enough to carry the picture.
  15. Sentimental, borderline-bizarre Christmas movie that boasts just enough good acting to make up for the treacle.
  16. They only want us to play that tiresome guessing game: Is it all a dream or is it really happening? Instead, you may find yourself asking: Is this cinema or merely Cinemax?
  17. A blandly competent dramatization of the famed Texas lawmen's post–Civil War history starring the blandly handsome tube stars
  18. Marks no discernible improvement on its predecessors "Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo" and "The Animal," though the sight of the deeply unprepossessing Schneider all dolled up for girlie business is good for a few shallow chuckles.
  19. Absurd beyond belief or reason.
  20. The picture shows vital signs only in a few scenes where Cedric takes on the additional role of his own lecherous uncle, but it's too little too late.
  21. Making his directorial debut, Dunstan displays a knack for building suspense. And yet, weirdly, amidst all the requisite blood spray, one senses a reluctance on the filmmaker’s part to linger lovingly over the pierced skins and protruding entrails of the killer’s various victims.
    • 29 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    An entertaining trip, one for which fandom in the genre isn't necessarily a prerequisite, though it doubtlessly helps.
  22. Scenes stop and start abruptly, and the sub–"Lord of the Rings" action is more dulling than rousing -- and yet it can be funny.
  23. There are also strong flickers here of a film that might have been.
  24. Racing flick results in a wreck as horrifying as the film itself.
  25. Intriguing for a while, then steadily more confusing and finally just incoherent.
  26. Undiscovered is beaten on all counts by TV’s "Entourage" and "Unscripted" in its portrayal of the aspirational lifestyle and its end-of-the-rainbow spoils.
    • 29 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Nobody onscreen seems to realize that this deadeningly self-serious treatment of family dysfunction is so overwrought that it becomes a spot-on satire of low-budget ineptitude.
    • 29 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Chopped down to 40 minutes, this could be a wickedly cool short; as is, it’s a passable slasher that’s still nowhere near the interspecies smackdown we geeks have long imagined.
  27. There is something fun about a movie that so brazenly portrays excessive pot smoking.
  28. The story may not be new, but Australian director John Polson, making his American feature debut, jazzes it up adroitly, with a nifty, staccato editing technique that suggests Madison's inner turmoil and, in the process, fills in some of the shading missing from Christensen's performance.
    • 29 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Nice try, guys . . . now give me back my 97 minutes.
    • 29 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Make sense? No, it doesn't. But if you manage to endure the exposition, you'll get what you paid for: popping chests. Invisible stalkers. Nicely paced chases through corridors that constantly reconfigure in interlocking stone puzzles.
  29. The film offers no new insights into its people or into the dynamics of the Hollywood machine -- the whole affair, played for low-intensity laughs, is numbingly familiar.
    • 29 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    There is one redeeming skirmish -- the climactic fight involving a snowy cliff and an elaborate pulley system -- but from the guy who's directed videos for Cher, Amy Grant, Billy Joel, and Bone Thugs-N-Harmony? We expected more.
  30. The Wayanses can be crude beyond crude, but they're so clever that their inventiveness takes the place of taste.
  31. Looking tired and sallow and drained of her customary glow, Lindsay Lohan marches grimly through this mechanical tween comedy as if it were a particularly tedious homework assignment. Which it is.
  32. Relies almost exclusively on the gushing exuberance of Gooding Jr., and the aw-shucks factor of his digitally expressive, face-licking canine co-stars, leaving such potentially game actors as James Coburn and M. Emmet Walsh out in the cold.
    • 29 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    The tale has been tidied, buffed, waxed and polished into a harmless but relatively boring adventure.
  33. But since Costner canít save his movie, it's something of a stretch to think he might be able to save the world.
    • 29 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    Here, the CG effects are plentiful, but the scare factor rarely rises above the level of a viral email, and the desaturated color scheme of Sonzero and cinematographer Mark Plummer makes every frame look as though it was developed in a solution of vomit and ash.
  34. There's so much happening in the movie that it feels like nothing is happening at all. Which leaves you free to gaze, slack-jawed, on the true glory of Batman & Robin -- its fabulously color-coded set design.
  35. What this turkey produces in the way of hang-ups is a transparently phony class conflict.
  36. Anatomy of Hell offers one of the most hateful and mechanical representations of sexuality I've ever seen.
  37. We get director John Daly's feel-good tedium and a waste of a performance by the magnificent Landau.
  38. What follows is one set piece after another in which the women make fools of themselves as the script herds them toward a happy ending of hugs and tears.
  39. Director Jordan Brady achieves the remarkable feat of squandering a topnotch foursome of actors -- particularly Theron, a very game and able comedienne -- by shoving them into every clichéd white-trash situation imaginable.
  40. The biggest problem is that the character of Sabine is such a lame male fantasy of the enigmatic woman-child.
  41. By-the-numbers Oscar bait -- but Penn does manage, against such odds, to make us see Sam as a person, not a performance.
  42. A better title for this flick might have been Astigmatism: Nothing ever comes into focus long enough ... to deliver even the faintest sense of fright.
  43. Writer-director Jon Gunn and co-writer John W. Mann can't fashion a meaningful parable from their knot of dangling plotlines and absurd scenarios.
  44. If you take your ghost stories garnished with a dressing of sadism, sanctimony and silliness, go ahead and squander the nine bucks.
    • 28 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Excels at suspense and atmosphere, despite the garden-variety plot and an unintentionally hilarious - credit sequence .
  45. It's hard to imagine a movie at once more pandering and insulting to adult women
    • 28 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    As long on violent slapstick as a Three Stooges retrospective.
  46. This feeble comedy-tragedy has Sirkian aspirations but never misses an opportunity to settle for being flesh-friendly gay-film-festival fodder. This is a vanity project, not so much acted as posed.
  47. Deadening comedy.
    • 28 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    Director Christian Alvart clearly attended horror’s new paint-shaker school of direction (motto: shaky = scary!), but the script’s twisty, end-of-the-world intrigue saves this otherwise leaden film from total self-destruction.
  48. Only a 10-year-old could parse the plot.
  49. The film means to be a darkly funny look at the perils of winning at all costs, but there's nothing dark and searching about its take.
    • 28 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Directed lifelessly by sitcom vet David Kendall (Growing Pains), Dirty Deeds never shows real curiosity about its characters' pubescent world.
    • 28 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    That leaves little to fill 83 expendable minutes, which barely register as a movie even with snazzy KNB gore effects, critic-baiting clips from "The Birds," a splattery variation on the '86 "Hitcher's" most notorious scene, and some out-of-place Bruckheimerisms on loan from producer Michael Bay.
    • 28 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    From Freestyle Releasing, the self-service distributor that brought you "D-War" and "In the Name of the King: A Dungeon Siege Tale," comes a movie even worse than those two combined.
    • 28 Metascore
    • 50 Critic Score
    Then the film gets all religulous, suggesting that Caleb's devotion to healing means nothing without Jesus, and so Fireproof stops becoming relatable to us all and only to the already, or easily, indoctrinated.
  50. Low-budget, high-camp.
    • 28 Metascore
    • 40 Critic Score
    The book proves proudly indigestible on film.
  51. The makeup department's glommed-on plague pustules are fantastic, but the concession to modern technology in a badly rendered last-act CGI demon, cut and pasted from a Diablo II screen-grab, is so eminently lame as to cure all fear of hellfire.
    • 28 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    A dreadfully unfunny slog through contemporary dysfunctional family indie cliché.
  52. Surprisingly, not bad.
  53. Although rumor and marketing indicate that this is meant to be a comedy, there's little that's funny here.
  54. Like "Life Is Beautiful" before it, Imagining Argentina juxtaposes horrific images of torture and humiliation against gooey optimism and thinks it's saying something profound about human resilience in the process.
    • 27 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Along the way, Zen Noir commits a few crimes of its own, against noir, Buddhism and filmmaking.
  55. Rosman and Wendkos run dry of ideas in the film's inert, overextended finale, when the "Believe in yourself" speeches grow so thick that even the Duff-devoted may start rolling their eyes.
  56. 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.
    • 27 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Everything from the Rube Goldberg sets to the Jim Henson creatures is aimed squarely at a preschool audience.
  57. Under Peter Hewitt's phoned-in direction, Garfield chugs along like the slow train to Chattanooga, with only Jennifer Love Hewitt, as the local vet, twittering pertly in a desperate effort to raise Jon's feeble pulse.
    • 27 Metascore
    • 60 Critic Score
    Be aware that RevoLOUtion is a remarkably well-made 75-minute inspiromercial.
  58. Surely the only thing more excruciating than being trapped in a car with a bratty child is having to sit through a road-trip movie that features two of them.
  59. So dull, a road-trip movie that's surprisingly short of both adventure and song.
  60. Transcends its video-box-shelf-filler pedigree only when it's actually indulging in guy stuff, mostly of the frat-boy, beer-commercial variety.
  61. May just be the most boring movie ever made; certainly it's the most boring movie I've suffered through to the bitter end.
  62. What the movie needs is a director, and what it gets instead is Pitof, a French visual-effects maestro so much fonder of technological wizardry than of human flesh that he manages to turn even his slinky, sinuous star attraction into a digitized synthespian frolicking about endless CGI cityscapes.
  63. Skip the movie, stay home, read the book and say three Hail Marys.
    • 27 Metascore
    • 70 Critic Score
    Neveldine and Taylor’s spazzy (but coherent) action scenes rely mostly on blood spurts instead of feats of badassery, but their dystopia is inventive and their visual schemes diverse.
  64. A degraded and degrading film, of interest only because it's symptomatic of so much that's wrong with the drearily repetitive tabloid mentality that has infected not just the news media, but the whole culture industry.
  65. A work of top-shelf schlock.
    • 27 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Amounts to an assault of jarring music cues and peek-a-boo scares that starts off mechanical and ends up utterly desperate.
  66. Nothing comes together after the first ten minutes.
  67. The glitch, beyond the rote story, is that while she's an infectiously upbeat screen presence, Latifah is not, inherently, a major laugh generator, and neither, it would appear, is Fallon.
    • 27 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    The movie layers its fatalistic drama with absurdist horseplay and a few moments of Lynch-ian mysticism, but it's an awkward mix at best; even when The Perfect Sleep is trying to be funny, it's far too self-conscious to really be much fun.
  68. Hyams ("End of Days," "Timecop"), who is his own cinematographer, has no idea how to shoot or compose Xiong's wired choreography.
  69. The fault lies mostly with the writers, who consistently come up short on wit and imagination enough to finish, let alone flesh out or polish, a joke.
    • 27 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    It's an astonishingly crass and vulgar film, crudely directed on a cut-rate budget by Brian Robbins, never more than almost funny or less than disturbing.
  70. Gerber has a sharp cast at hand -- All work furiously, yet the director, with his fake backdrops and stately pacing, never settles on a consistent tone. Surely the novel had more bite.
  71. At times, both swans and humans appear oddly out of sync with their flat backgrounds, while the film's few musical flights of fancy never achieve visual liftoff.
  72. Just lies there, poorly lit and tone-deaf.
  73. A betrayal of all things Buffy, not to mention a complete waste of Gellar’s strengths as a young actress. Even the most hardcore of her fans would do well to give it a miss.

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