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.
(0-100 point scale)
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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David Chute
Perhaps only a filmmaker from a country steeped in Catholicism could turn out a consistently sharp and profane "divine comedy" (the title means "blessed hell") that is also, for the most part, theologically correct.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
You'll be begging for mercy well before the end of this self-righteous, thoroughly unsavory "farce" about a lonely gay man who - gosh darn it - can't seem to stop getting mistaken for a pedophile.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Sometimes the predictability of a romantic comedy is reassuring, and sometimes it makes you want to scream, as with this witless wonder.- L.A. Weekly
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With little in the way of story or spectacle to offer nonbelievers, the film itself just preaches to the choir.- L.A. Weekly
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The movie pitches itself as a modern-day "Romeo and Juliet," but its execution is so lazy and inept that if the lovers were to die horribly it would come more as relief than tragedy. Sadly, in this respect, as in every other, In the Mix disappoints.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Buried beneath Silent Hill’s hyper-stylized stupidity (the film looks like a collaboration between David Fincher, Trent Reznor and music video director Mark Romanek) is the hollow effort to bottle something of the zeitgeist unease surrounding religious fundamentalism.- L.A. Weekly
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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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Kim Morgan
Poor special effects, a silly looking werewolf and clunky comic writing help to spoil what should have been a fun B-movie.- L.A. Weekly
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Robert Abele
The clammy eccentricity on display -- is like a wet blanket, while Colin Friesen's lazy screenplay has all the wit of a slushball. "March of the Penguins" was funnier and edgier.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
The slathered-on visual textures aren’t quite enough, however, to distract us from the glib, leftie posturing, the lazy writing and the drug-deep existential platitudes.- L.A. Weekly
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Daniel Fienberg
Zombie wants his film to be gleefully demented, but he fails to grasp that loud, inbred evil people torturing stupid, grating benign people isn’t disturbing as much as tedious.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
Never quite deciding if it wants to parody or uphold the ongoing cultural romance with the Pimp, Pootie Tang mostly feels like a sad retread.- L.A. Weekly
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The first two-thirds are turgid enough; in the last, Ferrara begins replaying scenes we've already seen earlier in the film.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
The television commercials for the movie say something about this being the same team that brought you “Face/Off,” which is about as relevant to this picture as noting that Paul Thomas Anderson got Wahlberg to drop his pants in “Boogie Nights.”- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Even the relatively successful pairing of neckless maestro of anxiety Stiller with the indomitably effervescent Black gets bogged down by Steve Adams' aimless screenplay. Would the Barry Levinson who once made "Diner" please wake up and pull himself together?- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
This is a gay men's movie whose primary function is to doll Fonda up like a drag queen and let her rip.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
The film at times feels less than objective, in part due to Douglas' often breathless narration.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Jolie hogs the spotlight as usual, leaving romantic interest Ed Burns struggling to register and only Shaloub -- fetid, dirty, soulful -- with his dignity intact.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
An intriguing failure that promises more than it delivers.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Director Roger Christian (Battlefield Earth -- yes, that Battlefield Earth) and screenwriters Scott Duncan and Ned Kerwin have been influenced more by James Bond than El Mariachi–style spaghetti Westerns.- L.A. Weekly
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This vision of Gotham is as fastidious as the cockpit of a BMW. But rather than sell luxury sedans, Deception offers a fantasy even big money can't buy -- Wall Street as a cross between a James Bond adventure and a Victoria’s Secret spread.- L.A. Weekly
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