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 |
Score distribution:
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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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Ernest Hardy
More predictable than its makers seem aware, its emotional hooks much too dull to pull us in.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The performers are a bright bunch, especially Snow (even if she's no sane person’s idea of a wallflower), Metcalfe, who has the cocksure swagger of a young Travolta, and McCarthy, who infuses her few scenes with a haggard dignity masquerading as optimism.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
There are surprising grace notes in all the performances, and familiar, friendly faces pop up in supporting roles.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
After enduring 30 minutes of awful slapstick, shit jokes, gags revolving around used condoms, cholo caricatures, and women who are all psychos, sluts or Latina fuck-dolls, I walked.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The setup and execution of this quietly histrionic tale of the distorting power of thwarted love are so patently ridiculous that the urge to laugh gets in the way.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Strictly for budding young ladies, though it does offer those who've already bloomed the grown-up pleasures of Firth, a great actor who graciously invites you to join him in the slow-burn romantic corner into which he's rapidly painting himself.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
More dispiriting than the caricatured Italian families is the sense that, by picture's end, the filmmakers have neutered Angelo, so that his sexual energy is dulled, made non-threatening -- the perfect son after all.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
At full length it’s still pretty funny, but only for its natural 30 minutes, after which it grows repetitive and tiresome as only material meant for the short attention span can.- L.A. Weekly
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This is wall-to-wall mayhem that dashes from one stylish, splattery, nonsensical set-piece to the next, while the star attacks her silly role with the carnivorous brio of an ocelot clawing a side of ham.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Even when the film does strike some genuinely heart-tugging notes, they’re invariably shattered by such ham-fisted lines as “You really are blind.” At times, it’s enough to make you wish you were deaf.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Danner, the film's sole strength, does what she can with the material, but it's not enough to offset writer-director Daniel Adams' cliché-ridden script and leaden direction, or the excruciating hamfest that is Richard Dreyfuss' lead performance.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
In a major miscalculation, writer-director Jeanette L. Buck has underwritten Micki [the protagonist], making her so mysteriously sullen and distant that audiences may feel violently alienated.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
The film is naive in its glorification of violence and vengeance.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Has no stylistic flair and little forward momentum, yet nearly every scene contains an amusing bit of business, much of it off to the side of the main action.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The road to moviegoing hell is paved with well-intentioned queer cinema, and Hate Crime is a red stone on that path.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Of course it's dumb, but every 10 minutes or so, it's also pretty funny.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
Relentlessly positive and optimistic, the film is also likable, in the most chaste way imaginable.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Demands full attention, if only for the pleasure of watching great actors mine Shepard's harsh, beautiful language for all it's worth.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Peet and Poor make strong impressions in smaller roles, but then again, edgy and sexy is easier to make compelling than decent and nice.- 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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John Patterson
Nauseating, tasteless and offensive -- but in all the best ways.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Unfortunately, two separate screenwriting teams...send Cody away from kid-resonant environs and off to exotic locales, culminating in an overproduced mountain-lair finale.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
Feels like a big-budget "Dharma & Greg" episode with toilet jokes.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
La Mujer lumbers along, trapped in a long-faced score that appears to have been borrowed from a thriller, and without a smidgen of the saving irony that might have made of it a decent screwball comedy.- L.A. Weekly
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Stuart Gordon adapted the story more conventionally in 2001's "Dagon," and it remains the better bet for Lovecraft lovers.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
A steaming compost heap of high-art pretense and half-cocked psychoanalysis that almost makes you sorry Nicolas Roeg isn't making pictures anymore.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
The freak show of druggy squalor and the wired sexuality of hardcore kink and flaccid cocks float by solely for our carnivalesque amusement.- L.A. Weekly
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