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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Chuck Wilson
By the end of this likely cult classic (only 80 minutes long), when Evie has an amphetamine-induced meltdown during her cable-access comeback show, these divas are as recognizably human as you and me, only sluttier, and with cattier one-liners.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Where Lehane's novel seethes with emotionally charged subtext, Eastwood's workmanlike direction feels static -- fatally tasteful, embalmed in gravitas -- while his sporadic efforts at dramatic heightening come off as vulgar cliché.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
Tough and relentless, dazzlingly researched and crafted. At its core is compassion for those who are angry, violent and uneducated.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
As reasoning, this is manipulative -- as filmmaking, it’s dull.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The movie is casually, glamorously multiracial, and Washington is great fun, but the final glory belongs to actor John Billingsley, who plays one of those rumpled minor characters plugged into thrillers to keep you guessing whether they're light relief or something more sinister, and who, in a few memorably funny scenes, shuffles away with the movie.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Still, the big-show musical payoff is good fun, and Black and his little doppelgangers have it all over "Daddy Day Care."- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Quiet and meditative, Dinklage neatly sidesteps the trope of the angry dwarf, and Clarkson, even in pain and rage, is characteristically warm and sexy -- she's our very own Helen Mirren.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
By the time the final gotcha plot twist unfolds, it's not the intended tears but a yawn that is produced.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
The vaporous Wonderland never moves beyond its grungily romanticized view of the past.- L.A. Weekly
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David Chute
Perhaps it is simply impossible, even with affection in your heart, to craft an evocative homage to the expansive musical melodramas of Bollywood on a small-scale indie budget.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Campbell is flat-out great, muting his beloved Sam Raimi shtick in favor of a genuine character turn, an act of transformation that makes you wonder why he's never been called on to interpret Elvis before.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Could have used two rangier lead players than Stiller (doing his patented aggrieved-yuppie shtick) and Barrymore (who's so perky you want to slap her); the 81-year-old Essell, however, is a wicked pleasure throughout.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Surprisingly airy, jungle-set adventure, boisterously winking at Huston, Peckinpah and the same Saturday-morning serials that birthed Indiana Jones. R.J. Stewart and James Vanderbilt's tongue-in-cheek script, a hybridization of "Midnight Run" and "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre," provides lots of amusing byplay for its two mismatched stars.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
The movie is not without charm or humor, but it leaves little for Lane to do besides chuckle at setbacks as if they were naughty children.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
British director Eric Till’s ghastly Euro-pudding co-production (with all the international accents and badly post-synchronized dialogue that implies) manages to make a travesty of its title subject.- L.A. Weekly
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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
Sarkissian's script is both overwrought and undercooked, crammed with floridly senseless speeches.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
The movie deflates, but you still can't take your eyes off Gershon, who does her own singing, is fearless in the one girl-on-girl make-out scene, and is mesmerizing throughout -- an underused Barbara Stanwyck in a Gwyneth Paltrow age.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
My Life Without Me was produced by the studio of Pedro Almodóvar, and one sees the Spanish director's influence in the way Polley edges her Madonna with a touch of the reckless sensualist.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Enlivened by journalist Avner Bernheimer's delicately witty script and some lively ensemble performances under the direction of Eytan Fox, the film offers a haunting portrait of a generation forced to risk their lives in the service of military goals they're far from totally committed to.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Nielsen beautifully embodies the sadness and confused sense of unreality that attend our appetite for the Internet's cheaper thrills.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
Meant as a return to the form and substance of Allen's far superior early work satirizing the equivocations and betrayals with which we ruin our lives. In fact, the movie only comes alive as a hostile critique of psychoanalysis.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Cold Creek Manor's prime reason for being seems to be a set piece involving poisonous snakes, directed by Figgis with a drunken gusto the rest of the film could use, and as a comeback vehicle for Stone, who tries hard at motherly warmth, but can't quite wash the Catherine Tramell out of her hair.- L.A. Weekly
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Scott Foundas
Despite the considerable imagination that has gone into realizing period scenes on a modest budget, all the episodes (past and present) feel hurried and clipped, like they've been passed through too many impatient editing-room hands, and the picture never fully absorbs you.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Beautiful in its dark, contrasting blues and blacks, Underworld is nonetheless a remarkably humorless movie, and not even the adroitly hammy Bill Nighy, as the vampire king, can leaven the overwrought seriousness of it all.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
The women are terrific -- they know a thing or two about modulating pathos -- and watching them is a pleasure, even if the lines they're speaking sound like those of a world-worried, first-time playwright.- L.A. Weekly
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Ella Taylor
The movie's staccato pacing, lent emphasis by Dario Marianelli's haunting score, evokes the cycles of tedium and terror that make the journey so unnerving.- 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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Hazel-Dawn Dumpert
The film is exhaustive -- and ultimately exhausting.- L.A. Weekly
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