For 3,750 reviews, this publication has graded:
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46% higher than the average critic
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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.
(0-100 point scale)
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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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
There are gruelingly unfunny gags, an unspeakable soundtrack featuring BTO and Billy Ocean, and Victoria's Secret mannequin Heidi Klum as a model who demands that her pussy hair be styled into a bushy red heart.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Reyes' fast-paced tale soars on the pedigree of its cast, all of whom are clearly having a ball -- Both poignant and wickedly amusing, Empire sets high standards for a subgenre that's rarely had any.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Bounces through the bush in search of good will and comes up with recycled charm as it reintroduces most of the original's major characters.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The bigger-than-big, rambunctious spectacle is way too much of a questionably good thing.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Despite their appeal to patriotic horror fans, the makers of An American Haunting end up doing more harm than good to domestic fright production.- L.A. Weekly
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1. Balls of Fury is a movie about: a. A former table-tennis prodigy enlisted by the FBI to infiltrate the underground pingpong tournament of a legendary Chinese criminal. b. Suppository jokes.c. Little worth discussing and even less worth seeing.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Harris tries his best to make something more out of his one-dimensional white-knight character, while Gooding plays his vaudeville Rainman routine to the rafters.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
An electrifying modern-dress noir, directed by Ernest Dickerson with a tough, terse, unapologetically brutal attitude that evokes the heyday of Sam Fuller and Robert Aldrich.- L.A. Weekly
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The Last Time seems even more hapless than the Midwestern rube it's skewering.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The bloom is off the rose due to cynical rehash.- L.A. Weekly
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Ron Stringer
A fine specimen of clean-cut Mormon family entertainment, but it may also be a step in the wrong direction for the fledgling production company.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Raising Helen is the kind of movie you watch on a plane while muttering “utter crap” under your breath -- and then burst into tears.- L.A. Weekly
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Robert Abele
In producer Mel Gibson's second crackpot persecution-complex film of 2004 -- heat-blast directed by first-timer Paul Abascal -- it's obvious who Bo is supposed to represent.- L.A. Weekly
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From its less-than-special effects to its rushed ending, this whole endeavor is a lazy, wasted emasculation of a beloved series deserving of more thoughtful treatment. Guess they have four more books left to get it right. Oh, joy.- L.A. Weekly
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In DiNovis’ butterfingery hands, the movie tumbles into a pedantic anti-death-penalty rant that's about as funny as a firing squad.- L.A. Weekly
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This is the kind of amiable time-killer that belongs on a basic-cable weekend afternoon.- L.A. Weekly
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Praise be to director Corey Yuen (The Transporter) for delivering one of the year's purest entertainments -- the best butt-kicking PG-13 bikini jiggle fest since the first Charlie's Angels flick.- L.A. Weekly
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In the age of creationism, a sympathetic mix of science and religion sounds like a promising premise. But in this genre-blending cocktail of drama, documentary and computer-graphic animation, quantum physics is so subordinated to the service of an anything-goes mysticism that little remains of the science except the terminology.- L.A. Weekly
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Some of the most heavy-handed, laughless, uninspired attempts at comedy since prime time. But I still dig “South Park.” Let’s forget this ever happened.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Those viewers who found anti-Semitism lurking under every stone in The Passion of the Christ may rejoice in this celebration of Jewish heroism; all others should rest assured that falling asleep in the cinema is not a mortal sin.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
This hypersleek film is surprisingly lax for its first half... The ending is dumb.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
This shaggy-dog sequel is ultimately satisfying for the most low-tech of reasons: The competitive bond between the two central characters.- L.A. Weekly
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Brodie assembles a grab bag of themes formulaic to films about poverty.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
While the premise does lead to a few moments of inspired physical comedy -- the movie repeatedly falls back on poorly staged, choppily edited fight scenes between Chan and a gloomy, power-mad villain.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Director Gary Fleder can only fling the camera about and indulge in some familiar screen sadism (and no wonder -- his last feature was "Kiss the Girls") as he tries to squeeze a few thrills from material as desiccated as his leading man.- L.A. Weekly
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John Powers
A broad, braying yuk fest that revels in coarse jokes, lacks the courage of its own cynicism (things keep wavering into sentimentality) and refuses to develop its own premise.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Paramount Pictures proudly informs us that the PG rating is for “mild, crude humor.” Too mild, too crude by far. If I were you, I’d take the wee ones and run for the vastly superior “Finding Nemo.”- L.A. Weekly
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With the exception of one scene with an accent coach, his (Martin) Clouseau is flabby and obvious, like your dad doing an impression at the dinner table.- L.A. Weekly
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