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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Mixed: 1,542 out of 3750
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Chuck Wilson
While some may bail early, those who stay to the end are likely to dwell on Zahedi's unwavering (some would say unrelenting) belief in his own artistry, as well as the film's many funny, quotable lines.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Only Williams makes any real emotional connection: I'm not sure I'd call his performance good, but there's something fascinating about seeing the man once heralded as "the black Clark Gable" three decades removed from heartthrob status, heavy and sullen-looking, weighed down by the burdens of time and age.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
If none of it is particularly original or insightful, it's nonetheless executed with skill and economy.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
(Ferrer's) performance as the sensitive private dick borders on beatific as he stumbles about a nighttime Hollywood Boulevard waxing lyrical about "love, sex and betrayal."- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
There's something oddly moving about the film purely as a love story between two people who were more alike than was good for them, yet somehow stuck it out. What we see in Frida is not Kahlo the painter, but Kahlo the love of Rivera's life, as he was of hers.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The director of 13 Going on 30, Gary Winick, was unable to infuse this material with either the sustained screwball cadences of his earlier "Tadpole" or an emotional resonance comparable to that of his superb "The Tic Code."- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
The film's start-and-go rhythm can be as maddening as the characters' amorality and sheer wallowing stupidity, but Clark has an uncanny talent for putting atmosphere on celluloid.- L.A. Weekly
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Beautifully designed, sufficiently choreographed, insipid but watchable, Elephants stresses that showbiz is about the maintenance of an illusion by any means necessary.- L.A. Weekly
- Posted Apr 25, 2011
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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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If the film's first two-thirds are dreary and preposterous, give Soref credit for a truly -- what's the proper cinematic terminology? -- batshit-crazy finale involving demented religious sects, ridiculously bloody face-offs and a gaggle of cross-dressing Mexican prostitutes.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Only Chris Klein, as the lovesick live-in boyfriend of Becky's sister, is given anything like an active emotional arc to play, and he runs with it so beautifully that he steals the movie.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Pressma's intermittently amusing screenplay, some good-natured cameos by a bunch of his famous friends, and an intelligent performance by Chess — playing herself opposite TV regular Alan Rosenberg -- save the day and the relationship.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Not terrible for a movie featuring John Travolta as a literature professor, but not too good either.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Watching Possession is a movie experience not much deeper than you'd get on your couch watching Masterpiece Theater or Mystery! -- pleasant enough, but oh so soft.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
More amiable than laugh-out-loud funny, the film pokes along, buoyed by the motel's bright Hawaiian color scheme, and a moonlit desert finale that's awfully pretty.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Strip away the cavernous lofts, the minimalist art galleries and the pricey consulting rooms, and you have four characters unable to earn their keep with the audience.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
In this lively romantic comedy from Canada, actors Wendy Crewson and Joe Cobden give off sparks -- in bed and out.- L.A. Weekly
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If nothing else, it's nice to see an action movie that takes Europe, not America, as its grounding point.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The real-life calendar girls were actual human beings, and here they're merely comic patsies, lacking the distinctive personalities that made the men of "The Full Monty" so endearing, their final act of revelation so peculiarly dignified.- L.A. Weekly
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Sternfield's direction isn't spry enough to handle the abrupt shift in genre when this moves from detective tale to social-problem film, and things bottom out with a town hall meeting tepidly shot as courtroom drama that stops the story's momentum dead in its tracks and leaves Meskada limping through its last half-hour.- L.A. Weekly
- Posted Dec 6, 2010
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John Patterson
Genially moronic, Road Trip will tide you over until the next slice of "American Pie" comes along.- L.A. Weekly
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iInstead of a buoyant, imaginative superhero movie on the order of Sam Raimi's "Spider-Man" films or Bryan Singer's "Superman Returns," we get a lumbering, paint-by-numbers origin story.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
As kitsch, however, it's pretty enjoyable. Jolie and Owen perform with such conviction, and the film -- blissfully unaware of its own badness -- takes its paperback-romance shenanigans with such goofy gravity, that it's easy to get caught up in the whole, soap-opera thrust of the thing.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
If the dialectics here are strictly Hallmark, the film is lifted by some nice location work - all of the Chinese scenes are shot around Shanghai - and deepened somewhat by the bleak depiction of the emotional lives of Katie, her family and her friends.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Cloying, unoriginal stuff, rescued -- barely -- by the easy affection that courses between Bullock and Connick Jr., and by the lovely cinematography of Caleb Deschanel.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
It's nowhere near as funny, largely because of an exhaustingly hyperactive performance by Elizabeth Hurley.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
It was a hellish encounter, as well as a portent of the 10 years to come, and as such deserves far better than Mel Gibson's glower and writer-director Randall Wallace's guns-and-Moses platitudes.- L.A. Weekly
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