For 3,750 reviews, this publication has graded:
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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 |
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Positive: 1,540 out of 3750
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Mark Olsen
Relies almost exclusively on the gushing exuberance of Gooding Jr., and the aw-shucks factor of his digitally expressive, face-licking canine co-stars, leaving such potentially game actors as James Coburn and M. Emmet Walsh out in the cold.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Marks no discernible improvement on its predecessors "Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo" and "The Animal," though the sight of the deeply unprepossessing Schneider all dolled up for girlie business is good for a few shallow chuckles.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Now, Soderbergh has made a movie so cool it's practically comatose. Sputtering along from one half-cocked gag line and self-satisfied in-joke to the next, Ocean's Thirteen is as slapdash and slipshod a three-quel as any in this summer's box-office sweepstakes.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
All might have been forgiven were it not for a needlessly Shyamalanized ending that deserves to earn Wyatt at least 25 years for grand-theft cinema.- L.A. Weekly
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Tim Allen gamely brings some humanity to the role of the retired, powerless hero Captain Zoom, but is thwarted at every turn by bad special effects, slapdash editing, interminable pop-song montages, and a goofy performance by Courteney Cox.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Ladies in Lavender oscillates between scenes so relentlessly nice they make you want to scream and others - particularly those depicting the crush Dench develops on her new housemate - creepier than anything in "The Amityville Horror."- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
A movie that’s full of sound, fury and unintentional camp -- and is still bafflingly inert.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
By the last third, one is sick to death of seeing people tortured, no real catharsis is offered, and stupid is how one feels.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Consistently undermined by a script that swings between the duller side of quirky and facile sentiment.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
This new feature has replaced the original's benevolence, taste and wit with cynicism, armpit humor and manic, desperately unfunny padding.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Trimmed to an hour, and tucked between a documentary on snails and an episode of Coronation Street, writer-director Mark Herman's Brassed Off could prove lively watching indeed. As it is, however, his pedestrian if sweetly well-meaning inspirational about a coal-mining town done in by Thatcherism is too long, too laborious and 15 years too late.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Whatever ghost-story intrigue the film musters gives way to a tedious cycle of fighting, screwing, shouting and storytelling stuck together by two hours worth of hard-boiled dialogue gone gummy.- L.A. Weekly
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Predictable, flat, full of name-dropping, tragically unhip, and likely to make a decent amount of cash.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The script is painfully underbaked, and director Bille Woodruff (Honey) continues to raise a question: How can someone from a music-video background have absolutely no sense of rhythm, timing or pacing?- L.A. Weekly
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The Zodiac regurgitates a lifetime of police-thriller conventions, adding an aura of laughable solemnity in the hope of making the plot seem less banal.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
In RV, the downwardly spiraling career trajectories of Robin Williams and director Barry Sonnenfeld intertwine like the ropes of a tangled parachute, and all the helpless viewer can do is look on aghast as the whole abortive fiasco plummets toward Earth.- 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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Ernest Hardy
Fails because it takes itself both too seriously and not seriously enough.- L.A. Weekly
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Essentially a single-gag movie: Namely, trailer trash are funny; we laugh at their bad taste and social ineptitude.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Placing gay characters front and center in big Hollywood movies is supposed to inspire cheers, not the case of the creeps that comes with Three To Tango.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Barely competent. The pacing never accelerates beyond sluggish, and Lesnick's script is an awkward pile of gag lines.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
What comes off as clever at first quickly wears out -- even the sudden cutaways to spectacular surf footage can't save this wipeout.- L.A. Weekly
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Nick Pinkerton
Cage's avenger is named Milton; this reference to the author of Paradise Lost is the sole hint that Old World culture ever existed in Drive Angry's convoy of hyperbolized-unto-parody Americana: bad drawls, obese gawkers, roadhouse demonology, coochie-cutter shorts, and engines revving under guitar stomp.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
If the teen in your life drags you along to this movie, act like you're doing him a favor -- and try not to let on that you sort of liked it.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
At times, both swans and humans appear oddly out of sync with their flat backgrounds, while the film's few musical flights of fancy never achieve visual liftoff.- L.A. Weekly
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Still, it’s hard to despise the movie, especially when Peter Stormare shows up over-enunciating the most brilliantly awful English accent of all time.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Like a lot of recent queer-themed cinema that aspires to be politically charged, Maple Palm takes a hot-button issue (here, it's homophobic U.S. immigration policies) and reduces it to dry sloganeering and shameless emotional manipulation of the audience.- L.A. Weekly
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Writer-director Caroline Roboh's moralistic paean to Jewish self-knowledge is so solemnly high-minded that one almost feels bad admitting that the film's only spark comes from its occasional tawdry ludicrousness.- L.A. Weekly
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