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 |
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Positive: 1,540 out of 3750
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Mixed: 1,542 out of 3750
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John Patterson
Miraculously seems a great deal longer (this is not a good thing) as it careens from shit joke to corpse joke to ass joke to dog-turd joke and back.- L.A. Weekly
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A May-September sex farce so prodigiously unintriguing that audiences could be forgiven for stampeding from theaters to strangle its writer-director, Gary Preisler, in his sleep.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
That clunky, God-awful bit of exposition-heavy dialogue perfectly encapsulates all that's wrong with this dismal film.- L.A. Weekly
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First-time director Bryan Johnson's failure to resolve the film’s two moods -- psychopathic sexual brutality and light social satire -- proves fatal.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Bad movies can be a hoot, but rather than campy, Ameer appears to be dead serious; and it's hard to feel anything but fury toward a filmmaker whose opening title sequence intersperses black-and-white flashbacks of his sexy young lovers with actual concentration-camp photos of stacked, emaciated corpses.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Writer-director David DeFalco's ugly, pointless and dishonest remake of Craven's remake.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
The film essentially grinds along in second gear. A promising debut, Dirt Boy nevertheless fails to fully deliver.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
If one were to parody Iranian cinema, packing into one film its common tropes and themes to the point of bursting, it would probably be a lot like Iraj Karimi’s Going By.- L.A. Weekly
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Daniel Fienberg
Here, Lohman's luminous presence rises above the badly directed violence and mayhem -- even if the movie's a dud, she's a star.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
It's a nice try, but the film remains a pinhead's idea of softcore fetish material.- L.A. Weekly
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Drags through one tough-love moment after another without much energy or originality from its single-monikered star.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
Hatamikia isn't just a button pusher; he's a skilled craftsman with a dynamic wide-screen shooting style, who draws us into the story with visceral devices such as speedy tracking shots and gliding slow motion -- flashy elements the fastidious new wavers wouldn't touch.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The actors do what they can with direction, from Gil Cates Jr., that calls for yelling, flailing and rapid-fire delivery of stale bons mots, but none of the film is as funny or clever as Cates and screenwriters Ron Marasco and Michael Goorjian (adapting Edgar Allan Poe's short story) seem to think.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
It's this trip home that lifts this unpolished, homegrown documentary above the ordinary.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
The Marat/Sade irony of setting these scenes in a madhouse helps, but Macfadyen's volcanic magnetism and spot-on mimicry of Hitler's body language and speech patterns make insight flesh.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
A little too familiar to be wholly satisfying. What makes it worthwhile is Julia Jay Pierrepont III's direction.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Jalil penetrates a carnivalesque subculture of self-reinvention and obsession, emotional need and materialist greed, with a camera that is, by turns, cruel, kind and incisive.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
A flat, middlebrow variation on some of the central themes of recent Iranian cinema.- L.A. Weekly
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This spineless feel-good nonsense means to warm the cockles of your heart. Somebody check the oven: My cockles were charred.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Torem drifts into formula and his initially promising film goes unbearably soft.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
As a story it’s nothing much, but as eye candy it is world-class.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
For trashing a classic, Tunnicliffe and his writing cohorts deserve a Grimm-style fate -- perhaps a long, slow boil in the witch’s vat?- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The movie often seems as innocent and goodhearted as its subject. Still, Jebeli is possessed of an impish visual sense. He also has the Iranian gift for bringing to vivid life people we wouldn't give a second glance.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
Going Down is woefully lacking in the comedy (or the sex for that matter), and even some of the teens look a little long in the tooth.- L.A. Weekly
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