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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Mixed: 1,542 out of 3750
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Negative: 668 out of 3750
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Ella Taylor
Director Shankman has diligently studied the forms and reproduced the moves of the screwball romances he so clearly loves, but he simply hasn't the chops to put together even a decent rip-off of those glittering jewels of the '30s and '40s, which depend on great writing, classy situation comedy and, above all, chemistry.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
The only time the actors appear to have accelerated their own heartbeats is in two paintball scenes, as well as -- professionals all -- the fart-lighting contest. It's pretty pathetic.- L.A. Weekly
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Kim Morgan
So tedious is Fascination that the plot, the embittered characters and, yes, the sexuality are merely insipid.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The picture is an enormous disappointment... The result is one of the most self-consciously grimy movies on record - it looks as if the negative were developed in a mud bath.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
A brutish affair replete with sliced bodies, a diced storyline and enough clanky dialogue to wake the dead.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
No one ever turns into a real character, and none of the scenes have either dramatic or comedic resonance.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
A movie bloated with character cliches and a bullying score that bludgeons us into whatever emotion composer Marc Shaiman thinks we should be experiencing.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
It’s hard to know what’s more depressing -- a senseless remake or the idea of a once-great director doing such shockingly slack work.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
Never quite gets up to speed, lurching its way through a glossing, superficial take on street life and teenage sexuality.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Overproduced, psychologically muddled, and burdened with an enchantingly overheated screenplay.- 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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Chuck Wilson
The cast, which includes Cloris Leachman as the sisters' mother and Paul Sorvino, Jamey Sheridan and Mark Harmon as their various men, emote like pros, even as they deplete any audience goodwill left over from past triumphs.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Intriguing for a while, then steadily more confusing and finally just incoherent.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
It is, however, Tortilla Soup's cultural transposition that feels most phony. Where Lee brings depth and subtle observation to his middle-class ensemble piece, Ripoll has simply added a thin Latino glaze.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Why Crop Circles now, if not to ride the hype of M. Night Shyamalan's "Signs" to some quick cash? The movie’s rambling, slapdash, repetitious nature suggests as much.- L.A. Weekly
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Ron Stringer
What this turkey produces in the way of hang-ups is a transparently phony class conflict.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
A sappy love story wherein nary a gun or action sequence is seen after the first 10 minutes.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The execution is actually worse than the premise. Nonstop racial, sexual and cultural stereotypes parade across the screen with little wit or real humor to guide them.- L.A. Weekly
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Robert Abele
As for anyone else who may experience a sudden need for therapy after sitting through this, you're on your own.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
What’s striking about John McKay's feature debut is how much contempt toward his female characters the writer-director manages to pack into 115 minutes.- L.A. Weekly
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The animation, incidentally, is half-a--ed, like they ran out of the $292.96 budget halfway through. Rip-off indeed.- L.A. Weekly
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As numbing and depressing to watch as suits hammering out a film-packaging deal one venal clause at a time.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Hyams ("End of Days," "Timecop"), who is his own cinematographer, has no idea how to shoot or compose Xiong's wired choreography.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
As bad as the movie is, when it tries to be funny -- a hired killer who sings to his victims, a fat man named Bumpo, and an interminable fight scene choreographed to “La donna è mobile” -- it somehow manages to get several degrees worse.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
That we are supposed to find something to admire in this callow crew is insufferable.- L.A. Weekly
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If your child forces you to go to Yu-Gi-Oh!, remember that there's no law against iPods in movie theaters.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Preposterous and tedious, Sonny is spiked with unintentional laughter that, unfortunately, occurs too infrequently to make the film even a guilty pleasure.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
The humor stays on one low level throughout, and thus fades fast.- L.A. Weekly
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