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 8.9 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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John Patterson
The interchangeable males all resemble Freddie Prinze Jr., and Anderson's direction is no less anemic, making one yearn for an Escape/Quit button that, sadly, doesn't exist in this medium.- L.A. Weekly
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Alan Scherstuhl
The acting is stiff, the pacing sluggish, the framing uncertain, the music an intrusive mush and the scenario schematic. But it’s an interesting schematic, at least, complete with thoughtful/exhaustive discussion of the difference between justice, revenge and forgiveness.- L.A. Weekly
- Posted Nov 8, 2018
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Ella Taylor
Today's street-smart moviegoing kids don't need to be so shamelessly pandered to.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
The glitch, beyond the rote story, is that while she's an infectiously upbeat screen presence, Latifah is not, inherently, a major laugh generator, and neither, it would appear, is Fallon.- L.A. Weekly
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Tim Allen returns to lowest-common-denominator comedy as the star of his own ill-advised, irritating directorial debut.- L.A. Weekly
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Robert Abele
Other lumps of coal in this celluloid stocking include director Joe Roth's leaden pacing - like trudging through heavy snow - and screenwriter Chris Columbus' tireless affinity for pain gags.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
With her long, black coat and midair karate-chop skills, Selene is more Matrix-y Neo than Count Dracula, which may explain why this movie is so brutally un-fun.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Jennifer Lopez's butt? Alas, the moment is over all too soon; the movie, sadly, is not.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The ultimate test of one's tolerance for King's self-aggrandizing postulations about writer's block, obsessive fans and the potentially frightening manifestations of the writer's id...It's just plain lousy.- L.A. Weekly
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These are pitch-perfect impersonations rather than performances.- L.A. Weekly
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Kim Morgan
A tiresome, hammy and ultimately annoying portrait of the artist as a young drunk.- L.A. Weekly
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John Powers
One wonders what exactly Richard LaGravenese and the late Ted Demme thought they were doing in this documentary, which doesn't so much look at the period as genuflect before it.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
What the movie needs is a director, and what it gets instead is Pitof, a French visual-effects maestro so much fonder of technological wizardry than of human flesh that he manages to turn even his slinky, sinuous star attraction into a digitized synthespian frolicking about endless CGI cityscapes.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
A lurid, overheated Southern Gothic that wallows in its own unpleasantness.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Quite unintentionally, director Luis Llosa and screenwriters Hans Bauer, Jim Cash and Jack Epps Jr. have crafted a howler; Anaconda, meant to be a nail-biting thriller, is a laugh-out-loud comedy.- L.A. Weekly
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This one’s for connoisseurs of the “totally preposterous crap” school of fantasy cinema.- L.A. Weekly
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That leaves little to fill 83 expendable minutes, which barely register as a movie even with snazzy KNB gore effects, critic-baiting clips from "The Birds," a splattery variation on the '86 "Hitcher's" most notorious scene, and some out-of-place Bruckheimerisms on loan from producer Michael Bay.- 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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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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Tank's whole shtick is taking advantage of stupid women's desire to live in banal romantic comedies, but the film he's in is just as bad as any other Hudson movie.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Most of the animated sequences, capably mixed with live action, leave a bad aftertaste, particularly when the ultimate fate of one beaten and battered human bystander after another is left callously unresolved. In other words, parents beware.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Bier's portrayal of the brothers' interplay holds few surprises, and the exploitation of the war between East and West is vulgar, contrived and borderline racist.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
This rancidly exploitative movie is redeemed only by canny performances by both leads, as well as Sandra Oh in a supporting role as Phoebe’s friend.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
The makers of Lisa Picard Is Famous -- having mastered the obvious early on, set their sights on the unfunny and repetitive.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
The uneasy meeting of cultures is mirrored all too well in the stiff and clumsy direction.- L.A. Weekly
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