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 |
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Positive: 1,540 out of 3750
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The movie layers its fatalistic drama with absurdist horseplay and a few moments of Lynch-ian mysticism, but it's an awkward mix at best; even when The Perfect Sleep is trying to be funny, it's far too self-conscious to really be much fun.- L.A. Weekly
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Meet the Spartans is a mild improvement over their "Epic Movie," which is like saying that a debilitating fever is more fun than appendicitis, but what’s shocking is how lazy it is, which is a shame for former UK child star/pop singer Sean Maguire, whose Gerard Butler impersonation is spot-on.- L.A. Weekly
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Ron Stringer
The fault lies mostly with the writers, who consistently come up short on wit and imagination enough to finish, let alone flesh out or polish, a joke.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
The freak show of druggy squalor and the wired sexuality of hardcore kink and flaccid cocks float by solely for our carnivalesque amusement.- L.A. Weekly
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Nick Pinkerton
Given the passivity of computer use, the "hacker thriller" is film history's great running joke, but special attention should go to Echelon Conspiracy's authors for conceiving a climax that tries to juice tension out of someone using a search engine and staring at a download countdown.- 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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Chuck Wilson
To be fair, it's not solely Cage's fault that his new film, Captain Corelli's Mandolin, is lousy -- director John Madden (Shakespeare in Love) deserves most of the heat for this listless dud.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
Bruckheimer shifts from high-concept historical romance "Pearl Harbor" and high-concept T&A "Coyote Ugly" to a first attempt at high-concept light comedy, yet only his fondness for dragging acting talent down with him carries over.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
How fortunate that the J. Lo bod, majestic butt and all, finds itself in excellent working order in Gigli: There is precious little other consolation in this formless windbag of a romantic comedy.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
If you've never seen the original, you may have no idea what's going on.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
The film's failings are only highlighted by the fact that while, occasionally, we're granted real glimpses of interior lives, largely emanating from de Leon, Davao and Picache, those lives are never given the chance to take shape.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Suggests that we're supposed to take this love story as something more than farce. Please. Tom Hanks fucking that volleyball would have been more convincing.- L.A. Weekly
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Daniel Fienberg
Cuba Gooding Jr.'s unrelenting energy can be galvanic in good films, but in lesser efforts it reeks of frenzied futility.- L.A. Weekly
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Idiot plotting and dialogue are what you'd expect from a genre that typically rewards narrative development with a skip function. But the rote fight scenes are a disappointment.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Writer-director Jon Gunn and co-writer John W. Mann can't fashion a meaningful parable from their knot of dangling plotlines and absurd scenarios.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
What's meant to be a colorblind story, plays up age-old stereotypes.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The best parts of the movie occur during the outtakes, which are genuinely funny. The movie proper is insufferable.- L.A. Weekly
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What should have been a smart, stylish crime caper that nourishes film buffs with its multiple cinema references feels more like force-feeding.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
No, this isn't an adaptation of Don DeLillo’s great 1985 novel, but a muddled talking-ghosts movie.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
I can find nothing nice to note about this excruciatingly slow, overly tasteful piece of whimsy.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Cute and smarmy are nothing new for writer-director Tom DiCillo; what is new is the crushingly unfunny fusion of the two he's hit upon for this film.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
There's really only one reason to see Party Monster, and that's Seth Green's scene-stealing performance as former (and somewhat reluctant) New York club kid James St. James, the boy who would be queen.- L.A. Weekly
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Ron Stringer
Yo momma so fat, when she gets in an elevator, it has to go down. Had enough?- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
A hodgepodge of psychosexual horror gimmicks, from the virginal psychic artist to the impotent psychotic actor.- L.A. Weekly
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