For 3,750 reviews, this publication has graded:
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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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There's no question, though, that the Wayanses have dialed down the outrageousness to nearly sub-PG-13 levels.- L.A. Weekly
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If nothing else, it's nice to see an action movie that takes Europe, not America, as its grounding point.- L.A. Weekly
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Nick Pinkerton
Given the passivity of computer use, the "hacker thriller" is film history's great running joke, but special attention should go to Echelon Conspiracy's authors for conceiving a climax that tries to juice tension out of someone using a search engine and staring at a download countdown.- 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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Manohla Dargis
Although it's not half bad -- which doesn't mean it's half good -- this horror cheapie comes equipped with a few ideas, a little atmosphere and a couple of serviceable scares.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
The film's sheer likability and very impressive gag-to-giggle ratio derive more from sweetness and sharpness than from shit jokes.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Basic Instinct 2 pushes diligently along in a murder-and-mayhem-stuffed effort to demonstrate that (a) a sillier and more hackneyed movie than "Basic Instinct" is possible and (b) that shrinks have ids too, by golly.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
Williams is a great clown, and Oedekirk and Shadyac give him room to really cut loose, and cure the movie. That’s as it should be.- L.A. Weekly
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This Southern Gothic Alice in Wonderland is not for the faint-hearted, to be sure, yet amid the swaying chaff there are moments of piercing grace and beauty when we'e reminded of the lost, lonely child at the heart of this tale. If nothing else, it's liberating to see one of cinema's unrepentant fantasists going out on a limb like this and cutting loose.- L.A. Weekly
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Tim Allen gamely brings some humanity to the role of the retired, powerless hero Captain Zoom, but is thwarted at every turn by bad special effects, slapdash editing, interminable pop-song montages, and a goofy performance by Courteney Cox.- 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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Kim Morgan
Though Green is engaging, the rest of the cast are unlikable and tediously self-involved, especially Mattison, who, not surprisingly, wrote this tripe.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
When huge chunks of character development and narrative exposition are relegated to a track announcer's running commentary, it can never be a good sign.- 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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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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Alan Scherstuhl
The acting is stiff, the pacing sluggish, the framing uncertain, the music an intrusive mush and the scenario schematic. But it’s an interesting schematic, at least, complete with thoughtful/exhaustive discussion of the difference between justice, revenge and forgiveness.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Since neither (Chapelle nor Koontz) seems to have any idea as to how to make an actual movie, they abandon form and reason and throw every stock trick in the book at the screen to see what sticks. And what sticks is the murky goo of storytelling gone bad.- 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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Chuck Wilson
It’s hard to know what’s more depressing -- a senseless remake or the idea of a once-great director doing such shockingly slack work.- L.A. Weekly
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The military eventually shows up to nuke the joint (L.A., incidentally), but there's no urgency, suspense or charm with all that back-row rattle.- L.A. Weekly
- Posted Nov 17, 2010
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Chuck Wilson
Has there ever been a more inept trio of big-city caseworkers? Go ahead, Lilith. Unleash the hounds.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
There's nothing like a feature-length video game to make you feel you're being played.- 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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It's hard to buy the movie as an underdog success story, since even the actors barely seem to exert themselves.- 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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John Patterson
Occasionally the Woo-inflected action sequences - particularly a horse stampede through town on hanging day, and an escape from a moving train - rouse the film from its anti-historic, even mythophobic torpor.- L.A. Weekly
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Isn’t as obnoxiously awful as, say, "Epic Movie"; it’s simply not funny in the least.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
No one ever turns into a real character, and none of the scenes have either dramatic or comedic resonance.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Under the charmless direction of Mark Rosman, the actors seem to be frozen at the rehearsal stage, with the blessed exception of a sublimely funny Jennifer Coolidge as the Botoxed horror of a stepmother.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Whenever Green shows up to do his semi-improvised, non-acting shtick (detaching pit bulls from testicles, kamikaze wheelchair rides, etc.), this otherwise sprightly and intermittently amusing movie suddenly feels like a ship dragging its anchor.- L.A. Weekly
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Isn't half as dramatic as what probably went down after she (Beyoncé Knowles) kicked LaTavia and LaToya out of Destiny's Child.- L.A. Weekly
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Kim Morgan
A tiresome, hammy and ultimately annoying portrait of the artist as a young drunk.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Although, in the end, this is basically just a moss-strewn remake of his 1997 hit, "I Know What You Did Last Summer," director Jim Gillespie appears invigorated, sending his capable young cast into a series of nicely staged suspense sequences.- L.A. Weekly
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Nick Pinkerton
All might be good for a flask-to-the-theater laugh, if not for the unconscionable price gouging.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
The film has spunk. Unfortunately, the gore comes with brutal regularity, so that, despite Farmer and Isaac's attempts to liven things up, the film still just wears you down.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Despite the film's aspirations to soul healing, its uplift remains mechanical, like an escalator's.- L.A. Weekly
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An ostensible action-comedy that can't seem to get either side of its genre equation right.- L.A. Weekly
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Mechanical revenge fantasy that skirts every serious issue it raises along a slick, cynical trajectory.- 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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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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Perhaps the best compliment that can be paid to Hunter Richards' directorial debut is that it nearly manages to make some of the most irritatingly shallow human beings on Earth seem tragic.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
The barometer of the film's undoing is Burns' super-low-key performance, which starts out as a pokerfaced spoof on heroic cool, but takes a misstep more fatal than mere time travel can undo.- L.A. Weekly
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The cars and stunt work are real, and so is the rather endearing retro cheesiness. This is the movie that really belongs with Quentin Tarantino's "Death Proof."- 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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Screenwriter John Pogue and director Rob Cohen expose only the dullness of their own imaginations.- L.A. Weekly
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Call me the sarcastic sister, but the only things screaming in any convincing way here are the cheap look, epileptic direction and off-key, “edgy” humor. It’s all so ‘80s, I could die.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
If you've never seen the original, you may have no idea what's going on.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Sandler is -- à la "The Wedding Singer" -- in his washout romantic mode here, and no amount of spastic-colon jokes, cartoon violence or good-buddy cameos (Al Sharpton, John McEnroe) can distract from the fact that Gary Cooper he ain't.- L.A. Weekly
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A step backward for Hathaway, Bride Wars is one more step into the quicksand for Hudson, who's spent the nine years since ""Almost Famous wandering the rom-com wasteland in search of an exit strategy; this movie, which she exec produced, ain't it.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
It’s like watching an annoying young drag queen who flubs the quips she’s stolen, refuses to shut up and thinks attitude is wit.- L.A. Weekly
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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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Paul Malcolm
So what in this high-concept lame-a-thon makes screenwriter Bradley Allenstein think he can diss the Clippers?- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
A mind-numbing exercise in high body counts and big tits.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
This peculiar little comedy, shot on digital video, gets points for editorial pizzazz, but earns a big zero for content.- 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
The last half-hour is a decent enough ride, with Dafoe controlling the ship by Powerbook and product placement, while Bullock and Patric demonstrate the triumph of American gumption over high tech, the better to save all hands on deck.- L.A. Weekly
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Stay Alive is death porn without the porn: Director William Brent Bell's pre-gore cutaways should enrage even those horror buffs for whom suspense is irrelevant, to say nothing of the fact that the movie's only real scare tactic is playing what sounds like a reverbed electric razor on the soundtrack.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Kinnear and Romijn-Stamos appear to be vying for the title of filmdom's least-convincing married couple, while Robert De Niro, as the movie's modern-day Dr. Frankenstein, takes his own expert career slumming to a new depth -- he's become an evil clone of a once-great actor.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
Doogal is one of those pickup-and-redub jobs, the original version having been made by European studio Pathé based on a 1960s British children’s show, "The Magic Roundabout." And lacking even the minimal pop-cultural pizzazz of "Hoodwinked," the story, dialogue and animation here really are for-kids-only.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
As before, there are moments, when Schneider is turned loose to do his anything-goes, creepy-funny shtick, that are crudely inspired.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
But Walking, which is well-acted and fast-moving, takes a tumble from which it never fully recovers once Josh's diary is found, and the rest of the film is spent tending to spilled secrets and their collateral damage.- L.A. Weekly
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Nick Pinkerton
The movie’s cumulative idea is that, forgetting the delusions of midlife panic, this is all there is, you’re already living the best possible life -- a message of sedentary wisdom betrayed when the actual film is as undeniably dreary as a plate of gummy Chicken Parmesan Tanglers.- L.A. Weekly
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Essentially a single-gag movie: Namely, trailer trash are funny; we laugh at their bad taste and social ineptitude.- 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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Chuck Wilson
Strictly Urban Comedy 101, as if the filmmakers had neither the inclination nor the chops to move the genre past timeworn stereotypes.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
A waste of the filmmakers' time and ours, and offering further evidence that, outside the art house, much British cinema has its head jammed tightly up its own arse.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Cosgrove and screenwriter Dean Craig aim for the kind of close-quarters chaos that John Cleese and Connie Booth turned into high comic art on "Fawlty Towers," but Caffeine's roundelay of sophomoric urination, masturbation and pedophilia gags isn't half as funny as the atrocious British accents of the largely American cast.- L.A. Weekly
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Flaws, double standards, strange detours and all, this is still the most entertaining WWE release to date.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The film taps the same spiritual thirst and anxiety that has made cultural phenomena of "The Da Vinci Code" and the "Left Behind" series. And it’s just as cheesy.- L.A. Weekly
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Nick Pinkerton
It's exactly what you thought it would be: A plagiarized, campus-set "Single White Female" pitched to teens.- 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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Daniel Fienberg
Black cats, ill-timed power outages and children in peril are just a few of the hoary scare tactics ineffectively rendered in the style of so many films buried in the dark recesses of January.- L.A. Weekly
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Daniel Fienberg
In the end it's only "The Chanukah Song, Part 3," playing over the closing credits, that manages to capture the joy of the season.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
The most exhilarating fight by far is an acrobatic wall climber between Ja Rule and Nia Peeples, choreographed by Hong Kong's Xin Xin Xong (The Musketeer) who, in terms of thrills per minute, is the movie's real star.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
There's more than a hint of self-pitying male-castration fantasy in writer-director Jeff Franklin's portrayal.- L.A. Weekly
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Oxymoronic musings of a vain country singer.- L.A. Weekly
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Let horses be horses, scrap the tin-eared Lukas Haas narration.- L.A. Weekly
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The story sinks, along with any deeper laughs, under boringly formulaic motivations and plot twists.- 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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Equally as brainless, shrill and calculated as its two predecessors.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
The flashbacks are wittily gothic, and the present-day murder scenes have the absurdist, chain-reaction intricacy of the "Final Destination" deaths.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
This is less a coming-out tale than a showcase for late-middle-aged hysterical divas in flowing caftans to yell, scream and ride roughshod over the young homosexuals who are nominally the movie's center.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
There’s no point slamming this fart-and-burp teen flick, since the chortles of the 11-year-old boys -- and the men with an 11-year-old's disposition -- at a recent mall screening can't be denied.- L.A. Weekly
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Might make a fun Lifetime TV movie -- if it weren't quite so morose.- L.A. Weekly
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Robert Abele
Other lumps of coal in this celluloid stocking include director Joe Roth's leaden pacing - like trudging through heavy snow - and screenwriter Chris Columbus' tireless affinity for pain gags.- L.A. Weekly
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If it was simply a jokey commentary on the dangers of greed and religious fervor, Tortilla Heaven would be forgivable. But Hecht Dumontet deserves special derision for her hypocritical condescension toward Falfúrrias' simple-folk caricatures, rendering them as God-fearing dolts worthy of scorn until the patronizing finale, which tries for a spiritual uplift that's as disingenuous as it is incompetently executed.- L.A. Weekly
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