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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David Chute
Apart from an extended scene-setting flashback that takes the form of a lavish Farah Khan song-and-dance montage, most of the running time is devoted to wearying flop-sweat farce.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The movie gives every cheerful appearance of having been shot with no time and less money, and it doesn't have much on its mind, unless you count the moral integrity supplied by local Apaches more by way of Mel Brooks than Howard Hawks.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The film, executive-produced by Guillermo del Toro, hinges on a first-rate performance by Basinger, who imbues Della with a fire that makes the film's basic thesis -- both the domestic sphere and the larger world are dangerous places for women -- seem something more than boilerplate.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Directed by Swedish filmmaker Mikael Håfström, who's clearly new at the genre, this aptly named movie is riddled with obvious parallels, crude moral talking points, a script so awful it's practically avant-garde, and a vain attempt at comic relief by RZA.- L.A. Weekly
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The main drawback is Claudio Chea's vertiginous camera work -- and the print's continual alternations between black-and-white and color add nothing but a distracting ornamentation.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
The film's snazzy new automated animation style falls short: The supposedly human face of our metal-plated robocop's partner -- the inevitable curvy female in a leather jump suit -- is an inexpressive, glossy doll mask, untouched by human hands.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
It's Lawrence who throws Runteldat (as in "run and tell that") off key, repeating an admonition about "the trials and tribulations of life" that sounds suspiciously insincere coming, as it does, from a guy smothered in diamonds.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
Its overall view of 12-year-old life is essentially one of high-spirited fun.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
What could have been a fascinating exploration of geographical mayhem becomes instead an exercise in tedium.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
If Tass had found a way to include more playfulness, her film would be more endearing. Instead, she accents the easy bathos of David Parker's script, from the problems of the shrill, cliched neighbors to a finale that plays like a movie of the week.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Watching the passionless Phantom, with its geriatric story-framing device, gooey dimestore romanticism and tawdry pop ballads about unrequited yearning, feels akin to dying and waking up in your parents’ easy-listening-radio hell.- L.A. Weekly
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The gags themselves only marginally work when they stick to silly non sequitur; the random movie references are forced and flat, and the takeoffs of "Dreamgirls" and "Fame" songs would make "Weird Al" groan.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Like so many movies that depend on effects for effect, plot comes in a poor second to spectacle. That leaves the Fraser, funny and sexy as hell, left with little chance to prove it.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Even the easily weepy may grow impatient with the snail’s pace of this melancholy romance.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
In the end it doesn't lead to much beyond weepy melodrama. Still, McGuigan draws committed performances from a talented cast.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Directing seems an unduly elegant term for what Hollywood hack du jour Tim Story (Barbershop, Taxi) does here -- the action scenes are so choppily constructed that their excitement disappears faster than the Invisible Woman.- L.A. Weekly
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What Stone has delivered instead is no folie de grandeur, but rather the last thing one would have expected from him: an honorable failure.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
A movie with a lot on its plate, but nothing interesting on its mind.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
It’s a testament to Chow's star power that, even with an accent more than casually reminiscent of Elmer Fudd's, he comes off charming, handsome and cool in a movie as ridiculous as Bulletproof Monk.- L.A. Weekly
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The sort of movie you like in spite of yourself, Scary Movie 4 is obvious and dumb, but it possesses such a giddy, good-hearted spirit that even its terrible jokes (and there are tons) get by on something resembling charm.- L.A. Weekly
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Robert Abele
Can't match an ounce of the suspense generated by contestants frantically buying airline tickets on Bruckheimer's own TV money quest, "The Amazing Race." This movie is a fortune wasted.- L.A. Weekly
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Nick Pinkerton
Every gag is smothered by the prevailing tone of labored zaniness and generic, plucky "mischief music" alerting discerning viewers to abandon all hope of laughter.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
The Sisters may be worth a look, however, for the work of the magnificent Bello and Tony Goldwyn, who's never been better than as the married man with whom Marcia has an affair. Their final clench is pure, guilty-pleasure melodrama, which means it's not the least bit Chekhovian.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
(Leder's) camera won't sit still long enough to complete a scene and tell a coherent story, skittering all over the map until you're dizzy from all the degrees of separation and spurious connection.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
LaPaglia is a fine actor, but not even he can redeem such bathos.- L.A. Weekly
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Saw II repels, morally and aesthetically, and while some -- including the filmmakers, perhaps -- may take this as a compliment, it isn't intended as one. Let the game stop. Please.- L.A. Weekly
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