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 8.8 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 |
Score distribution:
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Positive: 1,540 out of 3750
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Scott Foundas
This appalling multiculti upgrade of the ’50s sitcom is about as funny as a bus accident.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Sitcom humor substitutes for wit, and tedious angst supplies the drama.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
An exploitation flick, but without the thrills or cleavage.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
I'd take almost any colorful-character shtick over the gloomy gravitas that settles over All the King's Men early on and never leaves.- 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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Ernest Hardy
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.- L.A. Weekly
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Ron Stringer
Unfortunately, fulfilling an apparent need to assert absolute control over his early successes no matter the cost, the director has gone ahead and loused up his 1979 masterpiece of gothic sci-fi horror.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
What a letdown that Vincent Ward, who gave us a fabulous gift with Map of the Hu-man Heart, has made this big old tub of schmaltz.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
It all collapses under an atrocious performance by Pacino, whose laughably bad accent and scene-chewing delivery serve up thick slabs of that rarest of delicacies: Jewish ham. There may be grounds here for a class-action lawsuit.- L.A. Weekly
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1. Balls of Fury is a movie about: a. A former table-tennis prodigy enlisted by the FBI to infiltrate the underground pingpong tournament of a legendary Chinese criminal. b. Suppository jokes.c. Little worth discussing and even less worth seeing.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Chandrasekhar is a master forger of images and situations from horror movies past, but unlike Wes Craven did in "Scream," he doesn't build on them in any way, and the result is the opposite of what's intended; the movie is stultifying.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
As a movie, it must stand or fall by intense chemistry between the lead characters. Sadly, as co-written by Campion and Moore, In the Cut suffers from a fatal emotional and erotic imbalance.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
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.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
To call the film contrived would imply that some sort of effort had been made, when Sweet Home Alabama is nothing but dead lazy and slow — y'all.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The thunderous clashes between armies of computer-generated Trojans and Mycenaeans, when they do arrive, feel decidedly un-epic, as though we were watching a child's toy-box war between plastic figurines. Which makes them perfectly in line with the rest of Petersen's artless approach.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
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.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The movie's chief liability, though, is Rose herself, who also co-scripted with first-time director Robert Cary and who registers several notches below Nia Vardalos on the totem of unlikely double-threats.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
Just because the filmmakers have their roots in the Midwest doesn't give them a pass when it comes to their stereotypical rendition of small-town people and ways, chock-a-block with sadistic cops, shotgun-toting locals, and strippers from up in Des Moines.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
A disappointing hodgepodge that fails to tie up its conflicting strands of family drama and suspense thriller.- L.A. Weekly
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Daniel Fienberg
Kids will probably enjoy the sight of huge, bumbling teddy bears -- Parents will exit wondering why this piece of unnecessary cross-promotion wasn't released straight to video.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Director Rob Reiner’s atrocious cancer “comedy” marks a new low in Hollywood’s self-flagellating “things to be thankful for” tradition.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Written in 60 Seconds would be a more appropriate title.- L.A. Weekly
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Miss Conception's dim view of women soon transcends unexamined and goes straight to offensive.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Slight and goofy, this cut-rate attempt to mine "Harry Potterville" is undermined by its ostensible draw: the lead casting of Jonathan Lipnicki.- L.A. Weekly
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Has so many dead moments that singing spots by Gladys Knight, Pastor Marvin Winans and Mary J. Blige simply highlight, rather than alleviate, the inertia.- L.A. Weekly
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Ron Stringer
Of course, this is just another teen movie -- with tons of dick jokes that don't know when to quit, and buckets of realistic-looking "excrement" splattered all over its "juvenile" cast, and even a couple of gags that actually fly.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The biggest problem is that the character of Sabine is such a lame male fantasy of the enigmatic woman-child.- L.A. Weekly
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