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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Positive: 1,540 out of 3750
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Ernest Hardy
Shot on digital and layered with animated segments, performance footage and clips from Smith family home movies, Family Movie unfolds with a gentle, justified confidence in the power of its subject.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
In the final act, the movie dons a more human face and commits to an absorbing tale of crime and punishment, albeit pushing the fatigued message that you can't always tell light from dark these days.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
What is surprising, and what one takes away most deeply and happily from Triumph of Love, is a refreshed admiration for Mira Sorvino.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Disappointing that the film's modern-day race sequences -- which follow quick glimpses of computer-run car factories and pit-crew practice sessions -- fail to excite the senses.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
One worries from scene to scene about whether the movie is a work of experimental art or just another ruthless intrusion into the life of a dying and, to some degree, broken woman. I'm willing to bet that Maximilian fretted over this too, for the film is as tense and fractured, as alienating -- and, finally, touching -- a work as it undoubtedly ought to be.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
The best cheap thrill to come out of Hollywood in ages -- it's a shot of tonic for the current blockbuster bloat.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
The film moves in fits and starts, and is way too long, but it may prove memorable, if only for the sweet, marvelously inventive performance of Kevin James.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
The all-Polynesian cast, many of whom developed this material as part of a theater troupe called "The Naked Samoans," bring so much energy and glee to the telling that one can only smile and hope they all profit wildly from the American remake that's reportedly in the works.- L.A. Weekly
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Director Ryuhei Kitamura (Versus) is a bit weak when it comes to storytelling, but there are few who could so enthusiastically stage a butcher fight amid hanging human carcasses in a subway car.- L.A. Weekly
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There's something terminally small about this big-screen melodrama, with its trite characterizations of fighting parents, empty pockets and kind hearts.- L.A. Weekly
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Tatiana Craine
At times, Morgan's script inspires laughs; but at others, the witticisms seem forced- L.A. Weekly
- Posted Nov 9, 2017
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Scott Foundas
Long before the movie's climax, in which Magneto (Ian McKellen) turns smashed-up automobiles into fiery projectiles to be hurled at his enemies, those in the audience will know what it means to behold a flaming hunk of junk.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Curiously, Jarhead transforms Swofford himself (played by Jake Gyllenhaal) from the book’s duty-bound youth, desperate to live up to his father's military legacy, into an enigmatic voyeur whose feelings and motivations are rarely made clear.- L.A. Weekly
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Ron Stringer
Allusive as all hell, Tuvalu's slapstick allegory of European socioeconomic upheaval in the 20th century opens with a spoof of "Breaking the Waves" lofty coda, then races through a mise en scène that's equal parts Tarkovsky, Méliès and the Brothers Quay.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Far too often, Douglas indulges his preference for the superficial over the substantive: The plentiful performance footage -- shot in overproduced, music-video fashion -- overwhelms the film, as do White’s purplish, faux-poetic musings.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The director gives us not just a pop Holocaust but a prettified, palatable Holocaust.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
A lurid, overheated Southern Gothic that wallows in its own unpleasantness.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The more things drag on, the more monotonous they become and, by the end, Hard Candy has devolved into a rather transparent game of one-upmanship in which Hayley and Jeff come across in almost equally repellent measure, their behaviors driven less by organic impulses than by their need to satisfy the script's elaborate series of reversals and counter-reversals.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Without the actor’s name and amiably demented grin, Go Further would be an unspeakably tedious and preachy travelogue. With them, this insupportably long home movie, unremarkably directed by Ron Mann, is merely dull.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Despite crisp photography and the director's gift for building a scene, the film doesn't click until the third act, when Mos Def's performance as Dre's protégé appears to energize everyone around him.- L.A. Weekly
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The result is an attractive, well-intentioned film that is surprisingly dull and uninvolving.- L.A. Weekly
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Alan Scherstuhl
While watching the film, I not only laughed a lot and gasped oh, shit! in the right places. I somehow never once found myself tempted to sneak a peek at my phone to check in on our real American hellscape.- L.A. Weekly
- Posted Oct 11, 2018
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Ella Taylor
Though Beloved sags into repetition after two of its three hours, this beautiful movie is suffused with an intensity that holds our attention for the conclusion.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
This look at the assorted struggles of modern hetero coupledom gives off a distinctly moldy aroma.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Snakes was the most exuberantly trashy delight of this summer movie season or last.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
First-time writer-director Paul Morrison has a gift for evoking a time and place.- L.A. Weekly
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