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 8.6 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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Ernest Hardy
The no-frills documentary also makes it clear that Newcombe is the real deal -- both supremely gifted and organically nuts.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The film won't likely change any minds, but there's a taut political essay beneath the blatant campaigning.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
Startlingly raw and honest, playing at times like one of those blistering Donald Goines blaxploitation pulp novels, only with Jesus.- 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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Ella Taylor
Absorbing documentary about gay marriage is most persuasive when most specific.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
In this truly retro horror flick, the heroes and heroines don't just quip over the action (though they do get off some funny lines); they're knee-deep in it, and scared sh------.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
Midway through, the plot pulls itself out of its doldrums with a sudden, heart-twisting turn. Ruben still knows how to cut a sequence for maximum jolt, and, ultimately, he and DiPego manage to summon up some of the B-movie paranoia that fueled "The Stepfather," turning in a pleasantly nonsensical roller-coaster ride.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
A gorgeously burnished vintage post card come to life, Motorcycle Diaries has about as much depth and emotional currency as the cardboard that post card would be stamped on.- L.A. Weekly
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Appealingly cheesy, a tribute to the hope that springs eternal in the hopelessly inept.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The result is at once a woefully overfamiliar bashing of Hollywood superficiality and a seemingly unwitting paean to the self-absorbed enlightenment that passes among industry folk for personal growth.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
There may, somewhere in the premise of Incantato, lie the inspiration for a fine farce, but under Avati's shaky stewardship, the picture is leaden and charmless.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
You can see what's coming five minutes into the movie, but capable acting lends it a certain superficial charm.- L.A. Weekly
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Largely, you get to watch a nice old guy waxing philosophical in his beloved vegetable garden, in his workshop or amid city traffic. If that switches you on, then plug in.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Anatomy of Hell offers one of the most hateful and mechanical representations of sexuality I've ever seen.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
I love what his films stand for -- inclusivity, tolerance, liberation and fun -- but I’ve always felt about his movies as I do about Monty Python: Half an hour is a riot; an hour and half starts to be a chore.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
This impressive - and utterly depressing - feature debut is another in the current rush of testaments to the power of the new corporation to suck the goodness from its employees and all who have the misfortune to enter its orbit.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
This film puts a pained human face on the cost of the corporate status quo.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Mr. 3000, which starts out promisingly, squanders Mac's natural gift of salty gruffness by shoehorning him into a dull, heartwarming cinematic lesson on humility and the joys of teamwork.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Director Richard Loncraine (Richard III) moves things right along, but during the final tennis match, his pacing is undone by sports-movie convention, particularly the witless color commentary offered by tennis legends John McEnroe and Chris Evert.- L.A. Weekly
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For Conran, after they finished shooting pesky actors, the real fun began at the computer screen with his delirious imagination in free-fall.- L.A. Weekly
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Jon Strickland
Fails to allow the talented ensemble time to develop "Sunshine State’s" fine, Altmanesque ensemble feel, again and again missing the human and leaving cartoons that satisfy only as agitprop.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
This is less a coming-out tale than a showcase for late-middle-aged hysterical divas in flowing caftans to yell, scream and ride roughshod over the young homosexuals who are nominally the movie's center.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
For all the violence and breaking-up-to-make-up that go on, there's never really a sense of risk or exploration, and the film's pulse never rises above faint.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
This sophomoric stuff is pure self-indulgence, a drone to accompany the admittedly eye-popping sound-and-light show. Oshii looks like yet another director who has gone off the deep end, believing too absolutely his own good reviews.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Razor sharp and funny as hell, Incident at Loch Ness is the harpoon hurled into the hot-air balloon of “reality” entertainment.- L.A. Weekly
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A May-September sex farce so prodigiously unintriguing that audiences could be forgiven for stampeding from theaters to strangle its writer-director, Gary Preisler, in his sleep.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
This is efficient, soul-numbing moviemaking, diverting enough for blistering September afternoons when what's onscreen is secondary to how high they've cranked the air conditioning.- L.A. Weekly
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