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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Negative: 668 out of 3750
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Chuck Wilson
Surely the only thing more excruciating than being trapped in a car with a bratty child is having to sit through a road-trip movie that features two of them.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Domestic farce always has a potentially compelling dark side when it reveals the tenuousness of love and the fragility of all human relationships, but Belvaux seems far too busy orchestrating the copious action to pause for anything approaching insight.- L.A. Weekly
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Ron Stringer
Turgid, melodramatic travesty of Thackeray's gimlet-eyed satire.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Ordinarily it's kind of hard to screw up a Richard Price story, but the writer is his own worst enemy here, with a screenplay so filled with bromides and object lessons from God, you can't tell what he's trying to say.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Those expecting a reunion with Jackson, Travolta's “Pulp Fiction” co-star, should be prepared: They don't interact at all, which is a bit like casting Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers and not letting them dance together.- L.A. Weekly
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Though he’s known for his mildly edgy standup, someone in authority has decided Cook would be well-suited for fluffy romantic comedies, but like last fall’s Employee of the Month, Good Luck Chuck is so undistinguished that it feels like an extended screen test.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The movie is prettily shot by Almodóvar collaborator Affonso Beato, but no amount of tastefully desaturated color or imaginary friends going whoo-whoo in the deserted apartment upstairs can save this lumbering echt-thriller from fatal tedium.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
If Spawn had anything close to a script, it would be a pretty nifty fantasy about conspiracy, apocalypse and a fat killer clown.- L.A. Weekly
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In spite of its aspirations toward enlightenment, Naked in Ashes leaves its audiences bewildered.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
One expects neither subtlety nor surprise from a scenario boasting a household pet named Freud. If there's any reason at all to see Running With Scissors, it' Bening.- L.A. Weekly
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Unfortunately, syrupy music, reductive characterizations and bland cinematography turn her case into an earnest feminist fable that plays like an afterschool special for grown-ups.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Kazantzidis struggles for the flavor of classic romance, with a string of standards on the soundtrack to little avail.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Paymer is the key to this mild-mannered comedy built on easy setups and borscht-belt one-liners.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Not too long after the knockout opening, all that's left of Snake Eyes are Cage's wild eyes, the dregs of David Koepp's rotten script, and De Palma's restless, anxious camera, on the prowl for something, anything, to hang on to.- L.A. Weekly
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For those turned on by the thought of such “sexually charged” scenes as men describing techniques for picking locks to women while drawing on their bodies with mascara pencils, Erosion may provide some pleasure. Everyone else though, will be worn down by the film’s tedious hand-wringing about infidelity and bursts of unerotic sex.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
In many ways, Marshall and Barrymore are an equal match -- while both have a flair for the small touches that build a good comic scene, each lacks the complex layering of motive and emotion that make a human life believably real.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Undertow seems to be straining to say something at once tragic and heartwarming about fathers, sons and brothers, but I'm damned if I know what it is.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Even by the low standards of high-concept Hollywood rom-coms, this charmless, prophetically titled stinker stands apart, suggesting that the recent mass firings at studio Paramount may not have been such a bad idea after all.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Parkhill's heart seems to belong to 1940s film noir, where a lonely man could be driven half-mad by the sight of a mystery woman performing a hot flamenco dance, a scene Parkhill stages here to unintentional titter-inducing effect.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Never really gets across the essence of who the band members are and why they inspire such fidelity.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
Not for the squeamish (a guy rips out his own arm, for goodness' sake), the film is nevertheless more than just a gonzo gross-out. But not by much.- L.A. Weekly
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Nick Pinkerton
Complete predictability is avoided only thanks to its openness to the fluidity of sexual identity -- which isn’t enough to make this anything more than the most ignoble outing in bi-curious screen hijinks since France produced Poltergay.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Merkin tries too hard for stylistic flourishes (as the hyper set-designed, claustrophobically seedy hotel underscores) and winds up almost sinking the noir-ish tale he’s telling.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
It's finally a hilarious and cuddly flashback from the dog's point of view, to his training as a pup, that marks the moment when the film finds its sweetly moronic legs.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Myers is the movie's fatal flaw, squeezing out the other characters who fatten the plot, mostly with an eye to parents.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
Skip the movie, stay home, read the book and say three Hail Marys.- L.A. Weekly
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John Powers
Although a few moments are hilarious, this would-be romp remains laboriously earthbound when it should be swinging gaily through the trees.- L.A. Weekly
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