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 8.8 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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Scott Foundas
Southland Tales pilfers large chunks of its plot and visual style from Alex Cox’s "Repo Man," Kathryn Bigelow’s "Strange Days" and Shane Carruth’s Sundance-winning "Primer," and unlike the makers of those films, Kelly hasn’t digested his influences and made them his own -- he’s more like the slacker college kid who’s just enough of an intellectual poseur to bluff his way to an A. That said, Southland Tales isn’t entirely without its pleasures, chiefly The Rock.- L.A. Weekly
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Kim Morgan
But for all Bening’s high emoting and her trademark giggle, here overused to the point of annoyance, for most of its length Being Julia offers little insight into a woman whose life is ruled by theatrics.- L.A. Weekly
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The direction rarely rises above acceptable, but anytime the camera’s pointed at Grant, it doesn’t matter. Like the currently ubiquitous pop song of the same name says, sometimes it’s a good hurt.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Peterson and her longtime writing partner, John Paragon, as well as director Sam Irvin, clearly worship the Poe-inspired Roger Corman/Vincent Price films of the 1960s, so of course there’s a pit and a pendulum in that dungeon, but who’d have expected it to be so beautifully designed?- L.A. Weekly
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The Shapiros, whose film is intercut with hilarious clips from vintage TV interviews with Mike Douglas and Charlie Rose, ultimately reveal a frail but mentally robust old man.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
[Proyas] hasn't yet learned how to enliven his characters as fully as his sets. Part of this is structural (somnolence is built into the script), but the greater fault lies with Proyas' direction of his performers, most of whom deliver their lines in a strangulated whisper.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
What feels genuine in the film -- mother-son bonds, the wedding party -- is surrounded by overdetermined and formulaic scenes lifted from other films.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The less rosy message of Catch a Fire is that aggression breeds aggression.- L.A. Weekly
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Throughout God Spoke, Franken comes off as passionate and funny, with an impressive ability to muster facts and an absence of smugness.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
McKinnon's direction is nothing if not atmospheric -- his best scenes unfold with a pungent languor that suggests the power of the backwoods to turn hours into days and days into years. If only the sum total were a movie more "In the Bedroom" than it is everything-but-the-kitchen-sink.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
There's so much that's right in it that its blunders are all the more frustrating.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Against the odds of this wheezy material and Michael Browning's fitfully funny script, director Ivan Reitman (Ghostbusters, Dave), a master of timing, contrives to spin a likable romantic comedy.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
The movie lover in you will recoil; your inner sophomore will rejoice.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
Williams is a great clown, and Oedekirk and Shadyac give him room to really cut loose, and cure the movie. That’s as it should be.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Not especially lively filmmaking, but Zilberman has unearthed some terrific footage of the club in its heyday.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
This shaggy-dog sequel is ultimately satisfying for the most low-tech of reasons: The competitive bond between the two central characters.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Con Air is entertaining in an extravagantly decadent sort of way. It just isn't a movie.- 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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Ella Taylor
(Cage's) performance feels embalmed in the accumulated shtick of an actor trapped in excess.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
It would all be too obviously feel-good if Ducastel and Martineau weren't also tuned in to the liberating drift of the open highway and a sharp native humor that adds needed flesh and blood to their walking metaphors.- L.A. Weekly
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Gorier, meaner and uglier than anything Sylvester Stallone has made before, and as such damnably effective in rousing your blood lust, this wind-up groin kicker of a movie seems initially as wary of being pulled back into a dirty job as its reluctant hero.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Though hardly a major work, The Burial Society has going for it something that many of the snickering noir comedies currently littering the field lack. Underneath its cheeky amorality, there beats a heart.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Precious little history of any kind shows its face in Marie Antoinette. The omission is strategic.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Though engaging from beginning to end, be warned that this is also harrowing, utterly depressing stuff.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
In the end, Curse also looks alarmingly like a dry run for the opening and closing ceremonies Zhang has been hired to direct for the Beijing Olympic Games in 2008.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Things could be worse. At the end of the day, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull is nothing if not consistent -- taking care of business solidly, professionally and without a lick of the genuine wonderment or inspiration that you can find in surplus in Jon Favreau's Spielberg-influenced "Iron Man."- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Less outright terrifying than under-the-skin shivery, this psychological thriller from sui generis Japanese director Kiyoshi Kurosawa breaks nearly all the rules -- including those of narrative logic.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Swank's character and her performance are good enough to merit a movie of their own, instead of serving as fourth wheel to this lifeless ménage à trois.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Clichéd though it may be, this movie was clearly made with love.- L.A. Weekly
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