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 8.7 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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Negative: 668 out of 3750
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Paul Malcolm
Writer-director Fabián Bielinsky's devilish Nine Queens serves as further evidence that Argentina's film industry is at the forefront of a resurgent Latin American cinema.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
The gorgeous Crudup is talented, but this charming asshole (more asshole than charming) is old hat for him, little more than another of the blank-eyed-loser-on-a-spiritual-quest roles in which he's been trafficking lately.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
A true rarity, Murderous Maids is an intelligent, moral shocker.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
When Plympton isn't indulging his manias, the film just sort of nods off, and nothing much happens -- either visually or storywise -- for what seems like ages.- L.A. Weekly
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Ron Stringer
You may as well watch the movie too, if only so that another of life's astonishing possibilities won't have entirely passed you by.- L.A. Weekly
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F. X. Feeney
What is surprising, and what one takes away most deeply and happily from Triumph of Love, is a refreshed admiration for Mira Sorvino.- 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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Chuck Wilson
This movie could have easily been shot as porn, a transition that would have given it a modicum of respectability and, better still, true social purpose.- L.A. Weekly
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Ron Stringer
The film should also wow fans of Herbert Wise's "I, Claudius" and Franco Zeffirelli's "Jesus of Nazareth" alike.- L.A. Weekly
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Ernest Hardy
All the while, director Lorena David labors to keep implausibility and bad acting from sinking a ship that never should have left port.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
Although what ensues is generally unsurprising and as pro forma down-and-dirty as the genre dictates, it's also on occasion rather affecting.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
Audiences are destined to debate the film's final scenes, where Hanley piles on plot twists, leading to a coda that turns a creepily ambiguous story about God and the terrifying power of paternal love into something closer to an X-File.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
So badly written, so poorly directed and performed, and so garishly visualized -- attention Kmart shoppers! -- it defies explanation.- 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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John Patterson
The end result is like cold porridge with only the odd enjoyably chewy lump.- L.A. Weekly
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Ron Stringer
An exquisite metaphor for the high cost and higher returns of an enduring marriage.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
While its blowout finale is telegraphed long before the first act ends, and too much else is just as obvious and bland, Judd, Freeman and Franklin never stop adding filigree. The big picture isn't much to look at, but the detailing isn't bad.- L.A. Weekly
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Mark Olsen
Chai's structure and pacing are disconcertingly slack. Missing the loose ends and ambiguities of actual conversation, the dialogue makes characters sound like they're delivering speeches rather than interacting.- L.A. Weekly
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John Patterson
The film's sheer likability and very impressive gag-to-giggle ratio derive more from sweetness and sharpness than from shit jokes.- L.A. Weekly
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Paul Malcolm
Director Olli Saarela, who co-wrote the script with Antti Tuuri, offers up a trembling romanticism that gradually hardens -- like Eero's consciousness -- with exposure to the horrors of war.- L.A. Weekly
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Though the effect is Bergman esque, Rubio doesn't always sustain the necessary gravity his story requires.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
What’s striking about John McKay's feature debut is how much contempt toward his female characters the writer-director manages to pack into 115 minutes.- L.A. Weekly
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Chuck Wilson
At its best, there's nothing gushy about Dennis Quaid's portrayal of Morris, and more than anything it's his beautifully modulated reserve that holds this film in emotional check.- L.A. Weekly
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Ron Stringer
Fails in so many respects, even die-hard constituents may have trouble learning to like it.- L.A. Weekly
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Manohla Dargis
At once an emotional thriller and a domestic horror movie -- a woman's picture with a vengeance, in which the bloodletting is kept to a minimum, and ends up all the more powerful and profound for it.- 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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