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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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Ernest Hardy
Empty details pile up, awful performance art is doled out, talking heads are intermittently identified, and the late Brandon Teena is evoked to little real purpose.- L.A. Weekly
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The end result looks heavily doctored: The Sam Raimi-produced feature is a badly acted, nonsensical patchwork of fake scares, crow attacks and wall-crawling CGI spooks, capped by a DVD extra of an ending that must have the real resolution gagged somewhere in a closet.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Hinges almost completely on the taut body and delectable beauty of Jessica Alba, but is otherwise so riddled with limp clichés that it doesn't even qualify as a guilty pleasure.- L.A. Weekly
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Along the way, Zen Noir commits a few crimes of its own, against noir, Buddhism and filmmaking.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
After enduring 30 minutes of awful slapstick, shit jokes, gags revolving around used condoms, cholo caricatures, and women who are all psychos, sluts or Latina fuck-dolls, I walked.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
If Napoleon Dynamite really is, as reported, a semiautobiographical exercise, it is one of the most astoundingly self-hating such exercises in memory.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The movie rarely overcomes its terminal Scorsese- and Ferrara-isms, or fulfills the promise, evident in the film's early passages, that Montias might be a fine observer of local color with his own unique stories to tell.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The movie is so rigged to elicit the audience's empathy that it becomes difficult to watch; it's stifling.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The wet blanket of undigested autobiography lies all over Rob Reiner's excruciating new opus about a marriage winding down into terminal atrophy.- 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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Abbey Bender
While writer-director Jim Hosking’s commitment to weirdness (also seen in his previous outing, The Greasy Strangler) warrants appreciation, especially when so many others play it safe, his latest, comedy An Evening With Beverly Luff Linn, is a chore to get through.- 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
- Posted Oct 31, 2018
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Chuck Wilson
If your cell phone vibrates while you’re watching One Missed Call, go ahead and answer, because even a wrong number will be more exciting than what’s happening onscreen.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
Director Alan Rudolph kills this promising film off with a combination of bad writing and wrong-headed direction.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
First-time director João Pedro Rodrigues' unwillingness to define his hero’s background or motivations becomes more and more frustrating as the film goes on.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Both stars are atrocious -- but the real blame for this cosmically self-indulgent disaster lies with Kevin Smith, who directs like a proud father who can't stop showing you pictures of his kids. And here's the thing: The brats are ugly.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
A nearly affectless Christian Slater, who carries a co-producing credit and seems to have lost his charisma along with his sneer, plays Tom, an armored-car guard who plays hide-and-seek with a gang of thieves, all of whom, outside of ringleader Jim (Morgan Freeman), are instantly forgettable.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The movie is monotonous, and by the time it gets to its climactic re-enactment of the Tate-LaBianca killings, it seems little more than the heir to "Survive!, The Zodiac Killer" and other unsavory 1970s horror cheapies that tried to turn a quick buck on real-life tragedy.- 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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At first, Lucy seems so manic and crazed that the viewer might suspect this will turn into a slasher movie. Later, when it becomes clear just how annoying and unlikable each character is, you’ll pray that it turns into a slasher movie.- L.A. Weekly
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Robert Abele
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.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The truth is still out there, like an unsold lawn chair at a garage sale, in this just plain lousy second big-screen outing for erstwhile FBI agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully.- L.A. Weekly
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Not even Gorshin's marvelously dead-on impression of Burns can save a movie that rewrites screwball comedy in the same way King Henry VIII rewrote Catholicism.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
So radiantly awful that, given the egghead credentials of the director and his screenwriter and star Sam Shepard, I initially took the charitable route and assumed I was in the presence of parody.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
In "Pretty Woman" Roberts played a tough whore with a soft heart. Here, she's a business owner whose sense of self is so tenuous she doesn't even know how she likes her eggs done.- L.A. Weekly
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Craig D. Lindsey
There’s something oddly fascinating (and — dare I say it! — watchable) about a movie being this defiantly dumb. I never thought I’d say this, but this guy could give Tommy Wiseau a run for his money in the best worst filmmaker department.- L.A. Weekly
- Posted Sep 26, 2018
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Ella Taylor
Paramount Pictures proudly informs us that the PG rating is for “mild, crude humor.” Too mild, too crude by far. If I were you, I’d take the wee ones and run for the vastly superior “Finding Nemo.”- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
This feels like a movie that was grown in a petri dish -- poked and prodded with all manner of overcooked symbolism and thesis statements, but fatally absent the genuine human emotions about which it incessantly prattles on.- L.A. Weekly
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The film's funny for 15 minutes as it skewers Hollywood and prowls block after block of familiar L.A. scenery.- L.A. Weekly
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Saw II repels, morally and aesthetically, and while some -- including the filmmakers, perhaps -- may take this as a compliment, it isn't intended as one. Let the game stop. Please.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
The director belabors every moment, forgetting that pulp tales need to be told quickly, lest the viewer have time to second-guess.- L.A. Weekly
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The Return gets this year's award for most misleading poster, with its image of an empty-eyed, gray-skinned zombie/ghost that appears nowhere in the movie. You might, however, feel a little empty-eyed and zombie-like yourself after emerging from this languid story.- 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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It plays like a disastrous Sci-Fi Channel castoff, thanks in no small part to Myrick's odd decision to include incessant voice-over narration by Ball, which plays like a really terrible in-character DVD commentary track.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
It's noisy, it's flashy, and it's deadly dull -- without the goofball, horror-nerd energy of Kevin Williamson, who wrote the first film, this essentially storyless picture, written by Trey Callaway and directed by Danny Gan-non, revolves doggedly around Hewitt's tits.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
What Jackson's Shaft can't do is talk the talk, or much of anything else, in director John Singleton's feature-length insult to one of the more cherished modern screen icons.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
A surprise hit in Thailand, the film is nonetheless a reductive mess.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Director Raja Gosnell apparently doesn't even try to pump life into this wan film version of the beloved Saturday-morning cartoon.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Parker has boiled An Ideal Husband into a thuddingly unimaginative costume drama laden with frocks, riding crops, servile butlers and very good actors desperately treading water.- L.A. Weekly
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Another of those dopey crime thrillers where the hardcore, bad-ass antihero inexplicably decides one day to lower his guard and open his heart, causing all kinds of hell to break loose.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Directed by Donald Petrie ("Miss Congeniality") with about as much substance and style as a ham sandwich. It's a heavy hand that damps down such airy creatures as Hudson and McConaughey.- L.A. Weekly
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That Amy Heckerling produced and, supposedly, had an uncredited hand in scripting this turkey is the saddest thing I've heard all year.- 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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Ella Taylor
An undercooked allusion to chaos theory -- gives every appearance of having been conceived, planned and executed out of a high school locker room.- L.A. Weekly
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With its inexplicably watchable shotgun-riding bimbos, unconscious homoeroticism and "Shawshank Redemption" ending, The Fast and the Frivolous here is almost so bad it's good. Almost...- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
The film isn't just banal, it's aggressively, arrogantly banal.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Extraordinary is the very last adjective that comes to mind.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
If you're above the target age of 5, Thomas may coax you into a naplike stupor.- L.A. Weekly
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If you care a thing about your evening's entertainment, you'll walk out of this howler before you ever buy a ticket.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
Is it possible for a movie to have a worse title? This might not matter so much if the film that followed were any good, but for the most part it's drudgery.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
It's hard to imagine a movie at once more pandering and insulting to adult women- L.A. Weekly
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What is it good for? Absolutely nothing. Offering neither the enjoyably preposterous auto-heroics of the Transporter movies nor the lithe, legible athleticism of even second-tier Hong Kong thrillers.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
It's Lawrence who throws Runteldat (as in "run and tell that") off key, repeating an admonition about "the trials and tribulations of life" that sounds suspiciously insincere coming, as it does, from a guy smothered in diamonds.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Writer and director Gilfillan has an estimable biography, having studied at the Beijing Film Academy and worked as an assistant to John Woo, but there's nothing in her prosaic feature debut that suggests this means a thing.- L.A. Weekly
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Is Meet Bill the worst movie ever? Probably not, but it's certainly incoherent enough to give "Gigli" a run for its money.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Otherwise fine actors such as Don Cheadle and Gary Sinise spend nearly two hours of film time stand-ing around like department-store dummies mouthing dialogue so wooden it's petrified.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
A cut above the usual teenage-wasteland movie.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
For a film that deals with adultery, racism, immigration and class struggle, Loco Love is a startlingly weightless work. It has the antiseptic look and feel of an Olsen Twins video.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
When it comes to real people living and loving in the real world, the studios don't have a clue.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
If it's difficult to pinpoint exactly where this maladroit drama about the infamous New York discotheque went wrong, it's because everything in the film is lousy: The writing, the directing, the acting, the casting (Neve Campbell?), the moral posturing, the Capote clone, the Andy lookalike, even the glitter that clings to Salma Hayek's lashes like tears.- L.A. Weekly
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An amateurish mashup of "The Butterfly Effect" and "The Family Man" (talk about unholy hybrids!) that strains patience from the get-go.- L.A. Weekly
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Mini is too tame for Skina-max and too inane to survive on the art-house circuit. It's a pretentious erotic thriller that gives honest trash a bad name.- L.A. Weekly
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Even though Ready To Rumble isn't funny or good in any way, there's plenty of softcore gay porn (wrestling), loud music and women with large breasts.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Conceptually, Underclassman is the stillborn spawn of "Beverly Hills Cop" and "21 Jump Street." Except its star, Nick Cannon, possesses neither the biting cool of young Eddie Murphy nor the sullen mystery of Johnny Depp. And the script, by David T. Wagner and Brent Goldberg, is breathtakingly bad.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
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.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
It isn't only that there is a dearth of ideas in Hollywood Ending -- however hateful, "Deconstructing Harry" was at least about something -- it's that the whole thing is almost entirely devoid of pleasure.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Queen Latifah gets co-producer and scenarist credits for this anemic comedy, and also a supporting role that amounts to the worst performance of her career.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Wears its lack of originality in a crowded slasher marketplace like a red badge of desperation.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
The only real-life situations the movie evokes vividly are the circumstances of its own production: underrehearsed actors in hastily staged scenes speaking page after page of awkward expository dialogue.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Loud, chaotic and largely unfunny (veteran actors John Witherspoon and Anna Maria Horsford seem at best indifferent to the material), Friday After Next is the graceless sodomizing of a cult classic.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Made with the slick, shorthand complacency of a TV movie, Beautiful is so overstuffed with contrivance, you can hardly breathe.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
The only vaguely funny moments are courtesy William Fichtner, as the dead woman's husband, and Jamie Lee Curtis in full metal drag as his furtive squeeze.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Opens the floodgates of cartoonish villainy and pitiful sentiment.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Sometimes the predictability of a romantic comedy is reassuring, and sometimes it makes you want to scream, as with this witless wonder.- L.A. Weekly
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Dworman's comic style dangles in the abyss somewhere between sub-Woody Allen and Mel Brooks (his script borrows too heavily from both).- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
The makers of this malnourished teen drama haven't just dropped six letters from the title of Shakespeare's Othello, they have excised everything that gives the original its troubling power -- principally a point but also furious passion.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
By the end of this mercifully short excuse for a horror movie, you'll be wishing the beast had chowed down on the entire ensemble.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
When will Hollywood learn that a genre trend can last for years if itís nurtured with decent scripts? No time soon, apparently.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Achieves a generic period look, but there's nothing lived-in about its rooms, nothing persuasive or necessary about its time and place -- there's no longer even a movie fan's nostalgia to give it some spark, or a reason for being.- L.A. Weekly
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By the time this dud drops on NetFlix, it'll be as obsolete as a Chia pet jokebook.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
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.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
Various actors deserving of better (including Zooey Deschanel, Eddie Griffin and Lyle Lovett) suffer through the undercooked material, while love interest Eliza Dushku gamely gets through both a bikini-modeling montage and a mechanical bull ride, but none of their efforts can save this film.- L.A. Weekly
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Comes off as a desperate attempt to breathe life into dull proceedings.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
When Plympton isn't indulging his manias, the film just sort of nods off, and nothing much happens -- either visually or storywise -- for what seems like ages.- 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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