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 8.9 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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It looks like the film is angling for a "Northern Exposure" reunion, except with none of the regional eccentricity.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
All the fine cinematography -- lots of beating wings and impossibly large dust motes floating through slanting beams of sunlight -- can't hide the sad fact that the second half of the film delivers none of the shocks and starts required of atmospheric horror.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
To help Prinze sail past the eventually unbearable clichés of Kevin Falls and John Gatins' script, director Mike Tollin has assembled an impressive supporting cast.- L.A. Weekly
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April Wolfe
The Crash-meets–Collateral Beauty false-gravitas joke of the year.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
While the film is well-paced, visually it is deathly dull.- L.A. Weekly
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An excruciating no-brainer blend of “Starship Troopers” and “Top Gun,” without the former’s guilty-pleasure concoction of gory F/X and dark humor or Tom Cruise’s megawatt smile.- 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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Chuck Wilson
The director and her capable cast appear to be caught in a heady whirl of New Age–inspired good intentions, but the spell they cast isn't the least bit mesmerizing.- L.A. Weekly
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The method to the madness of the traps turns out to be quite clever, but the rewriting of Saw mythology is the slasher equivalent of revising Star Wars so that Greedo fires at Han Solo first.- 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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This is one muddled attempt at franchise making: confusing, drab, sluggish. (Ugly, too, if you're forced to see it in 3-D.)- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Rich with comic potential that goes unfulfilled, time after stupefying time.- 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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Scott Foundas
It's tough to decide just what's more offensive: the movie's musty depiction of gangsta rap as public enemy No. 1, the notion that all an uptight white girl needs to loosen up is a few puffs on a Philly blunt, or the idea that any of this might be remotely funny.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
What at times feels like a maniacal romp becomes just another sporadically funny, but mostly lame, piece of disposable product.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
A horror movie that's not horrific enough, Soul Survivors plays like a "Twilight Zone" by way of "Touched by an Angel."- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
In keeping with the film’s giddy superficiality, what’s revealed is a series of sexy poses passed off as character depth. All the backstabbing, shifting alliances and dark motives are held together by adolescent, innuendo-laden dialogue and thick Sapphic overtones.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Myers is the movie's fatal flaw, squeezing out the other characters who fatten the plot, mostly with an eye to parents.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
If you're above the target age of 5, Thomas may coax you into a naplike stupor.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Bad in such a bizarre way that it's almost worth seeing, if only to witness the crazy confluence of purpose and taste.- L.A. Weekly
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FX whiz John Bruno (Terminator 2, True Lies) makes a dubious directorial debut here, juggling monsters that are icky but not scary; an out-of-control Donald Sutherland as the tug’s Ahabesque captain.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Conceptually, Underclassman is the stillborn spawn of "Beverly Hills Cop" and "21 Jump Street." Except its star, Nick Cannon, possesses neither the biting cool of young Eddie Murphy nor the sullen mystery of Johnny Depp. And the script, by David T. Wagner and Brent Goldberg, is breathtakingly bad.- L.A. Weekly
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Though he’s known for his mildly edgy standup, someone in authority has decided Cook would be well-suited for fluffy romantic comedies, but like last fall’s Employee of the Month, Good Luck Chuck is so undistinguished that it feels like an extended screen test.- L.A. Weekly
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Cloying, obnoxious, unfunny, evil, shallow, schadenfreude-wielding, dumb-fuck-fratboy-wants-a-blowjob, sitcom-directed piece of elbow-in-the-rib-till-you-puke-blood, just-connect-the-dots-and-we’ll-all-make-a-lot-of-money-and-nobody-gets-hurt...- L.A. Weekly
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