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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Paul Malcolm
A hodgepodge of psychosexual horror gimmicks, from the virginal psychic artist to the impotent psychotic actor.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Full of gumption, Clarkson and Guarini soldier on, seemingy unaware that the perfectly adequate singing voices that brought them to the big screen are being drowned out, on a half-dozen same-sounding songs, by an overlayered backup group.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Glitter is, if nothing else, comfortable with what it is, namely earnestly made, wholehearted schlock.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
A cheap "Star Wars" rip-off with swords instead of light sabers.- L.A. Weekly
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Kim Morgan
So tedious is Fascination that the plot, the embittered characters and, yes, the sexuality are merely insipid.- 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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John Patterson
One of those puppy-love movies that make you feel like you're slowly drowning.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
This movie could have easily been shot as porn, a transition that would have given it a modicum of respectability and, better still, true social purpose.- L.A. Weekly
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No snob to low-brow ridiculousness when it’s actually unexpected, I’ll admit to being amused exactly once, when Zahn gets deep-throated by a gigantic prop turkey who, despite the mouthful, keeps on flapping.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Barely proficient on a craft level, this jumble of putatively comic misunderstanding and overly familiar crude burlesque achieves its nadir with a cameo from Mamie Van Doren, a degrading, shameful turn that lays bare, all too literally, the filmmakers' contempt for women.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Murphy slogs his way through this dismally dull sci-fi comedy.- L.A. Weekly
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Daniel Fienberg
The Master of Disguise represents Adam Sandler's latest attempt to dumb down the universe.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Three strikes maybe, but no stars and no thumbs up (except the one way, way up its own ass).- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
It's cynical and it's depressing, and I would lock a child in a room before I'd show him Mortal Kombat: Annihilation.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
This anemic genre parody from two of the six writers of "Scary Movie" strives for the goofball precision of the brothers Zucker and, long before it reaches the end of its 70-odd minutes, gives you newfound respect for the comic genius of the brothers Wayans (two of the other writers of "Scary Movie").- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
As repellent as their characters are, one feels a degree of pity for the three male leads, who give fresh evidence that hungry actors can't say no to a studio feature, no matter how humiliating the script.- L.A. Weekly
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Robert Abele
As for anyone else who may experience a sudden need for therapy after sitting through this, you're on your own.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Director Uwe Boll (House of the Dead) pulls off a nicely staged fistfight in an open-air market at the start, but soon loses his way amid mind-glazing exposition and endless gunfire aimed at bulletproof giant lizards.- L.A. Weekly
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Meet the Spartans is a mild improvement over their "Epic Movie," which is like saying that a debilitating fever is more fun than appendicitis, but what’s shocking is how lazy it is, which is a shame for former UK child star/pop singer Sean Maguire, whose Gerard Butler impersonation is spot-on.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
It almost appears like a little thought went into this otherwise grim exercise in soullessness.- L.A. Weekly
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With stronger actors and real writers, this might’ve been a vintage comedy you could sink your...nope, not going there.- L.A. Weekly
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Only a moron would expect a dude road-trip-sex comedy to be more than an aggressive expression of male sexual anxiety. But really, when did women become such vile creatures.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Miraculously seems a great deal longer (this is not a good thing) as it careens from shit joke to corpse joke to ass joke to dog-turd joke and back.- L.A. Weekly
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A May-September sex farce so prodigiously unintriguing that audiences could be forgiven for stampeding from theaters to strangle its writer-director, Gary Preisler, in his sleep.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
That clunky, God-awful bit of exposition-heavy dialogue perfectly encapsulates all that's wrong with this dismal film.- L.A. Weekly
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First-time director Bryan Johnson's failure to resolve the film’s two moods -- psychopathic sexual brutality and light social satire -- proves fatal.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Bad movies can be a hoot, but rather than campy, Ameer appears to be dead serious; and it's hard to feel anything but fury toward a filmmaker whose opening title sequence intersperses black-and-white flashbacks of his sexy young lovers with actual concentration-camp photos of stacked, emaciated corpses.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Writer-director David DeFalco's ugly, pointless and dishonest remake of Craven's remake.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
The film essentially grinds along in second gear. A promising debut, Dirt Boy nevertheless fails to fully deliver.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
If one were to parody Iranian cinema, packing into one film its common tropes and themes to the point of bursting, it would probably be a lot like Iraj Karimi’s Going By.- L.A. Weekly
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Daniel Fienberg
Here, Lohman's luminous presence rises above the badly directed violence and mayhem -- even if the movie's a dud, she's a star.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
It's a nice try, but the film remains a pinhead's idea of softcore fetish material.- 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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David Chute
Hatamikia isn't just a button pusher; he's a skilled craftsman with a dynamic wide-screen shooting style, who draws us into the story with visceral devices such as speedy tracking shots and gliding slow motion -- flashy elements the fastidious new wavers wouldn't touch.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The actors do what they can with direction, from Gil Cates Jr., that calls for yelling, flailing and rapid-fire delivery of stale bons mots, but none of the film is as funny or clever as Cates and screenwriters Ron Marasco and Michael Goorjian (adapting Edgar Allan Poe's short story) seem to think.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
It's this trip home that lifts this unpolished, homegrown documentary above the ordinary.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
The Marat/Sade irony of setting these scenes in a madhouse helps, but Macfadyen's volcanic magnetism and spot-on mimicry of Hitler's body language and speech patterns make insight flesh.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
A little too familiar to be wholly satisfying. What makes it worthwhile is Julia Jay Pierrepont III's direction.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Jalil penetrates a carnivalesque subculture of self-reinvention and obsession, emotional need and materialist greed, with a camera that is, by turns, cruel, kind and incisive.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
A flat, middlebrow variation on some of the central themes of recent Iranian cinema.- L.A. Weekly
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This spineless feel-good nonsense means to warm the cockles of your heart. Somebody check the oven: My cockles were charred.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Torem drifts into formula and his initially promising film goes unbearably soft.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
As a story it’s nothing much, but as eye candy it is world-class.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
For trashing a classic, Tunnicliffe and his writing cohorts deserve a Grimm-style fate -- perhaps a long, slow boil in the witch’s vat?- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The movie often seems as innocent and goodhearted as its subject. Still, Jebeli is possessed of an impish visual sense. He also has the Iranian gift for bringing to vivid life people we wouldn't give a second glance.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
Going Down is woefully lacking in the comedy (or the sex for that matter), and even some of the teens look a little long in the tooth.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
The dialogue and voice-over narration (by Gordon) are homily-heavy, and the staging sometimes awkward. The prison extras in particular are often left to stare blankly at the gut-wrenching action before them, with many, including Sutherland, looking awfully fit for men who've been starving for years.- 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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David Chute
It simply takes faith for granted as a motivating factor, and thus pulls off the neat trick of never making us feel we’re being preached at -- Yet, as directed by first-timer Adam Anderegg, from Jack Weyland's 1980 novel, the movie is too amateurishly square to make the most of its own ironic implications.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
In this lively romantic comedy from Canada, actors Wendy Crewson and Joe Cobden give off sparks -- in bed and out.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
More amiable than laugh-out-loud funny, the film pokes along, buoyed by the motel's bright Hawaiian color scheme, and a moonlit desert finale that's awfully pretty.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
As a calling card for the stylistic talents of a new filmmaker, writer-director Anna Chi's first feature is a success. As drama, it's a dud.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Judging by the stilted nature of both the dialogue and acting, that's what this film is -- a thesis project better suited to a grad-night exhibition.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
And like, the movie's got all these bright colors and shit, so it's not some fuckin' boring art film, and the new wave soundtrack is awesome.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
Korean cinema may be a rising force in Asia, but Tube isn’t the place to take your first ride.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Lee has heaped so many social ills on his heroine that it's difficult to buy any of it, especially when the story slips into silliness involving bad guys and missing drugs.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Scottish director Andrew Black keeps the pace brisk and the images sunny, while screenwriters Anne Black (his wife), Jason Faller and Katherine Swigert afford lively dialogue that, without pressing the issue, hones in on some insightful parallels between the morals of Austen's society and those of contemporary Mormon culture.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
The filmmaker shares with Martin Scorsese an obsession with that classic male triangle of hard man, soft heart and childlike loser, but where so many Scorsese wannabes jettison sociology in favor of mayhem, Babaian burrows into the hearts of these first- and second-generation immigrants.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
Straight off the streets of Jersey City, writer-director Michael Tolajian’s affable debut charms with its scruffy characters and nuanced multiculturalism.- L.A. Weekly
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The film is shocking, and, for better or worse, Portillo's refusal to offer solace kindles a potent rage that's not easily forgotten.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Director Olli Saarela, who co-wrote the script with Antti Tuuri, offers up a trembling romanticism that gradually hardens -- like Eero's consciousness -- with exposure to the horrors of war.- L.A. Weekly
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Though the effect is Bergman esque, Rubio doesn't always sustain the necessary gravity his story requires.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
As producer, writer and star of his first movie, Ray Jahangard gets points for confidence and nerve, but at the end of the day, it must be said that not everyone is meant to work in the movies.- L.A. Weekly
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Kim Morgan
Tiresome, and with no discernable edge or wit, Sex Sells is most powerful when it dawns on us we're watching Barnes, the leggy replacement for Suzanne Somers on "Three's Company," and Zmed, the beefcake cop from "T.J. Hooker," arrive at this point in their careers.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
This film looks so good, thanks to some impressive production work (nice rainstorm) as well as Andrew Huebscher's vibrant cinematography, that one wonders, as one dull scene after another rolls by, why director Andrew Putschoegl - and co-writers Large and Kyle Kramer - didn't lavish half as much attention on the script.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
A determinedly old-fashioned boxing/coming-of-age film, only perfunctorily hitting its marks.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Quickly reveals itself to be a hyper-stylized flick (lots of odd angles and studied production design in the service of flashbacks and dream sequences), but the glossy sum effect is that of a film student straining for a weightiness he can't pull off.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
Writer-director Darren Lemke's likable thriller shows surprising smarts for a low-budget debut, cribbing from all the right sources.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Fox does have a sharp sense of the absurd that comes out in silly subplots.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Director Black is competent with the camera, but he seems to have instructed the entire cast to deliver their lines in hushed tones and pauses pregnant with hoped-for meaning -- except for Kwanten, whose overenthusiastic impersonation of a red-state rube is as grating as horseshoes on a blackboard.- L.A. Weekly
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It's rarely a good sign when a movie feels obliged to add the words "a fable" beneath its main title -- and Undertaking Betty is no exception.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
Nepotism can't account for the movie's stylistic horrors. Writer-director Arjun Sablok, a TV veteran with visual ADD, has pitched the candy-colored cuteness at a frenzy that verges on hysteria.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
The dialogue is blunter, and harder for his amateur cast to pull off, while Lewis' stridency, however justified, ultimately jars against the film's tender, all-is-love fantasia.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
Watching Americano is like hearing a long story about someone else's holiday, and while it seems everyone had a nice time, it's too bad they didn't shoot a better film while they were there.- L.A. Weekly
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Even most chemistry majors could probably assemble a more entertaining 76-minute picture than Underdahl's flimsy and dated story.- L.A. Weekly
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Self-conscious camp like this can weather (even requires) a certain degree of amateurishness. But there are limits, and Surge of Power's sloppy writing and talent-show performances quickly exceed them.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
Wilding's genuine curiosity about the monks' beliefs and daily routines, as well as her willingness to ask questions that sometimes make her look like a bit of a dip, gives the film a homespun honesty and sincerity that make it a surprisingly pleasant trip.- L.A. Weekly
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It's typical poor-schnook-in-over-his-head stuff, spiked with some nervy, Pi-esque montages of eyes, horses and racing forms that illustrate Michael's fraying nerves (and distract us from the flatness of the other scenes).- L.A. Weekly
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If Fleming actually believes in this stuff, he should beware: When you put a movie this lazy and uninspired out into the world, you've got something coming to you - and it ain't good.- L.A. Weekly
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For those turned on by the thought of such “sexually charged” scenes as men describing techniques for picking locks to women while drawing on their bodies with mascara pencils, Erosion may provide some pleasure. Everyone else though, will be worn down by the film’s tedious hand-wringing about infidelity and bursts of unerotic sex.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
The movie’s entire first half turns out to be an elaborate fake-out, a setup for a plot reversal so extreme it could induce whiplash even in seasoned Bollywood hands. As clumsily engineered by writer-director Kunal Kohli (Hum Tum), the sudden changeover from romance to political techno-thriller is likely to be especially startling for non-Indians.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Heartfelt but insipid drama, the naiveté quickly becomes exasperating.- L.A. Weekly
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Rather than simply releasing the uncomfortably amusing clips on DVD as a "Jackass"-style compilation, executive producer Vin Di Bona and Gold Circle Films president Paul Brooks have spliced them into the umpteenth unfunny cinematic variation of the "sensitive guy and obnoxious womanizing best friend try to get laid" story, with nary a laugh to be had unless you're one of those who finds toilet scenes and prison-rape jokes to be automatically hilarious.- L.A. Weekly
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