For 3,750 reviews, this publication has graded:
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3% same as the average critic
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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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Positive: 1,540 out of 3750
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Negative: 668 out of 3750
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Paul Malcolm
A mind-numbing exercise in high body counts and big tits.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
The cinema of morons made by morons for morons, Swordfish is everything you expect but worse.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Too bad that by the time the volcano shoots its wad, the movie has already died a thousand deaths, ground to a halt by the interminable waiting for the damn thing to blow.- L.A. Weekly
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One graphic that I.O.U.S.A. doesn't include is a national balance sheet of our assets and liabilities, which would illustrate that the former is more than double the latter. We're in the black, and a film this deep in the red isn't something to be scared of at all -- or taken seriously.- 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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This ostensible comedy may be a new depths-of-hell low in the Emmanuel Lewis filmography, but for star Jamie Kennedy it’s par for the coarse.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
So badly written, so poorly directed and performed, and so garishly visualized -- attention Kmart shoppers! -- it defies explanation.- L.A. Weekly
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Nick Pinkerton
Smart money says Friedberg and Seltzer never sit through these movies in entirety.- 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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Ernest Hardy
All the while, director Lorena David labors to keep implausibility and bad acting from sinking a ship that never should have left port.- L.A. Weekly
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Unbearably painful from shrugging start to outtakes-laden finish, Harold Ramis’ half-assed, hare-brained return to writing and directing makes Mel Brooks’ equally muddled, soporific "History of the World, Part 1" look downright majestic by comparison.- 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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Some of the most heavy-handed, laughless, uninspired attempts at comedy since prime time. But I still dig “South Park.” Let’s forget this ever happened.- 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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April Wolfe
The Crash-meets–Collateral Beauty false-gravitas joke of the year.- L.A. Weekly
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This carpet-fouling mongrel of a movie no more deserves release than do anthrax spores.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Rollerball pushes the Hollywood action movie to stratospheric new levels of incoherence; pounding at the senses, it's mashed story, character, time and space into a chunky hash.- L.A. Weekly
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Nick Pinkerton
Film critics never come home stinking of their honest labor, but the nearest equivalent is reviewing something like College, which leaves its stain on one's very humanity.- 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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Chuck Wilson
Mostly, Lafferty is all about expletives and sexual innuendo of the frankest kind, some of it so raunchy (and unfunny) as to make one wonder if the parents of the film's many child actors bothered to read the script.- L.A. Weekly
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Nick Pinkerton
Taken just as an objet d’art, Saw VI — gray, grisly, solemn, stupid — would be about the most dismal thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, the argument against film preservation. But it vaults into the realm of real detestability through pretensions of relevance.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
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.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
A schizoid monster slapped together by uneasy bedfellows.- 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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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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Cloying, obnoxious, unfunny, evil, shallow, schadenfreude-wielding, dumb-fuck-fratboy-wants-a-blowjob, sitcom-directed piece of elbow-in-the-rib-till-you-puke-blood, just-connect-the-dots-and-we’ll-all-make-a-lot-of-money-and-nobody-gets-hurt...- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Irons' doleful lassitude sucks the energy right out of the story and makes this listlessly directed adaptation droop all the more.- 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
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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Ernest Hardy
What the film suffers from most, though, are its own low aspirations: stroking the libidos and funny bones of brain-dead 12-year-old boys immersed in the shallow end of hip-hop.- 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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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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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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In 2009, its hilarious ineptitude makes it border on becoming a cult classic for the ages ... and we're not talking religious cult.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Director Chuck Russell ("The Mask") and screenwriter Thomas Rickman don't need new agents -- they need backup careers.- L.A. Weekly
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Ron Stringer
A good horse kick, or a fistful of Valium, may help you get through this relentlessly sadistic exercise with your soul more or less intact.- 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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Manohla Dargis
Scottish director Michael Caton-Jones continues to fritter away the last traces of his talent with this ugly variant on Fred Zinnemann's 1973 original, The Day of the Jackal.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
"It's no longer funny, but he refuses to give up the joke." That just about sums it up except for the film's shopworn plot -- and its wretchedly cheap production design.- 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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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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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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