For 3,750 reviews, this publication has graded:
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46% higher than the average critic
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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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Mixed: 1,542 out of 3750
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Negative: 668 out of 3750
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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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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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Ella Taylor
Vinterberg's execution is overstuffed, unoriginal and often downright incomprehensible. And what's Sean Penn doing dangling off airplanes -- pontificating, as usual, from a great height?- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Throws us directly into the ring for one of the most brutal fight scenes in American film.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
The film seems to argue that Rock's real-life manipulation of the race card is little more than exploitation, rather than the essence of his incendiary comic critique.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
After a first hour that plays like a bad TV show, Sommers hits his groove with an over-the-top Paris chase sequence that, in turn, leads to an underwater finale that’s absurdly overproduced, momentarily diverting, and then instantly forgettable.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
After a zippy first hour, the wackos wear out their welcome and the director, perversely, fails to show the big concert.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The obvious, cliché-ridden visual style of this probe into the life, work and legacy of Carlos Castaneda ends up working very much against its subject.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
A satirist such as Shearer should need a license to go hunting on terrain so rich with easy targets; he tries to bag them all, and it leaves the film to founder in aimlessness.- L.A. Weekly
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This is all really a big waste. At least the out-takes at the end are actually funny.- L.A. Weekly
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They do deliver on the gore and nudity fronts, and you don't often see such things in 3-D. The familiar title helps with the marketing, but hurts by inviting comparison with a classic; as a 2-D remake, it wouldn't pass muster. (Tom Savini's 1990 redo is far more respectable.)- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
As a first-time filmmaker who juggles such duties as writing, directing, producing, even playing piano solos on the soundtrack, Rice is in over his head.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
Muniz has a great face and body for physical comedy, but the numerous one-liners shoehorned into the script fall flat, unassisted by Anderson's numbing “street” ad-libs.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
As kitsch, however, it's pretty enjoyable. Jolie and Owen perform with such conviction, and the film -- blissfully unaware of its own badness -- takes its paperback-romance shenanigans with such goofy gravity, that it's easy to get caught up in the whole, soap-opera thrust of the thing.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
It ends up sagging into a pleasantly undistinguished pudding. The big news is that Matt Lauer, playing himself, can act. A little. Hardly at all, really. But he’s a jolly good sport, and quite handy with a fire extinguisher.- L.A. Weekly
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Terrible movies about trivial subjects are commonplace and inconsequential, but a terrible movie that grapples with potentially inflammatory subject matter is far worse, because its aspirations are higher - which makes the failure of Varun Khanna's moralistic drama all the more spectacular.- 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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John Patterson
It's outclassed by the memory of just about every prizefighting flick you've ever seen.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
It's like a three-times-too-long sitcom pilot missing the laugh track.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
The film does, in the end, raise something of an existential dilemma: If you set out to make a new version of something you know to be bad, and you make something that is in fact bad, have you somehow succeeded?- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The Painting is a sleekly crafted quilt of moldy racial insight and feel-good kumbaya-isms set against the backdrop of the civil rights era. The acting is competent, TV-movie-of-the-week quality (network, not cable), while every single character is a type you've seen a million times before.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
A cut above the usual teenage-wasteland movie.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
In supporting roles, Ellen Barkin and Marisa Tomei are marvelously light-footed.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
The director pulls back from the hotel, placing it against the skyline of our beautiful city, which appears to be waiting, patiently, for a more original exploration of its inhabitants.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
Writer-director Hernandez is comfortable with violent, perverse emotions, and can find humor in them -- a refreshing quality that keeps one watching long after her movie has jumped its own tracks and zoomed to a private world of obscurely motivated quarrels and uninvolving reconciliations.- 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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Manohla Dargis
Showtime is better than the fourth "Lethal Weapon," which was pretty bad, but not as good as the original "Lethal Weapon" or the superior "48HRS."- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
A big-screen reality show that flashes plenty of t-- and d--- but little integrity.- L.A. Weekly
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