Los Angeles Times' Scores

For 16,522 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 56% higher than the average critic
  • 6% same as the average critic
  • 38% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 2.3 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Movie review score: 63
Highest review score: 100 Sand Storm
Lowest review score: 0 Saw VI
Score distribution:
16522 movie reviews
    • tbd Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    VoilĆ ! A genuine tragedy, although not in the Shakespearean sense. A comprehensive list of what's wrong with Romeo & Juliet: Sealed With a Kiss would stretch farther than the unabridged works of William S.
  1. To make a movie this charmless and uninspired takes a certain negligence that is rare among even the most cynical Hollywood moneymaking exercises.
  2. The only suitable ending for such a stinker involves a twist-tie and a baggie.
  3. Its biggest failing -- and the ultimate one for a lightweight entertainment such as this -- is that it's a deadly bore from start to finish.
  4. A witless, mind-numbingly inert comedy.
  5. Boll's rampant narcissistic showmanship creates such a bizarre, garish spectacle that it is almost tempting to give him credit for being something of a misunderstood artist after all. Almost, but not quite.
  6. The problems that plague the movie land squarely with the writer, director and producer, Deborah Kampmeier, who has crafted a howler of a bad script, shows little affinity for working with actors and displays no visual sense behind the camera.
    • 20 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    A particularly dull and discombobulated affair, shot and acted with all the flair of a basic-cable procedural. Patterson and Mandylor are so wooden that their cat-and-mouse game has all the excitement of watching dust bunnies swirl in an air current.
  7. The film is bad -- not good-bad, tacky-bad or fun-bad, just plain awful and nearly unwatchable.
  8. Forced, heavy-handed and overdone, it's a pretend serious film that offers crass manipulation in the place where honesty is supposed to be.
  9. A shockingly mundane disappointment taken on its own and a deeply misguided refraction of the original.
  10. It heaps piles of bad, crazy stuff at our feet then walks away. There is no moral to this story, and there's not much comedy either.
  11. Glatzer aims to wring laughter out of this desperation but succeeds only in producing a series of contrived characters and situations that make "The Breakfast Club" look like an unfiltered documentary.
  12. This predictable teenage take on the 'Fatal Attraction' formula goes from dumb to even dumber.
  13. Trite and uninvolving.
  14. Tedious and unfunny.
  15. The Specials is an unfortunate name for a film that's anything but.
  16. Despite a premise that's provocative, to say the least, this one's a dud.
  17. A total waste of time.
    • Los Angeles Times
  18. Skip it. Just fill in the blanks and you too can brew the same bland, goopy mixture, right down to such clunker lines as "There is a Santa Claus, Ma. He just doesn't come to Brooklyn anymore."
  19. Supernova isn't so super.
  20. The only way his (Benigni's) show-off performance could have a prayer of working would be if the film were released as a silent.
  21. Duller-than-dirt.
  22. The thrill is definitely gone, leaving a disappointing and unpleasant mess in its place.
  23. So laughably awful that it begs to have stones thrown at it; it's a wonder it got made at all.
  24. A painfully anemic variation on John Landis' 1981 winner, "An American Werewolf in London." While the original had both wit and poignancy--and an affectionate and knowing tip-of-the-hat to werewolf movies past--this slapdash, silly new edition is so cut-rate it has Luxembourg and Amsterdam standing in for the City of Light.
  25. Dude, one last thing: If you see my moms and pops, definitely don't tell them about this.
    • 5 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    Johnson does seem to have some psycho-sexual ax to grind amid all this visual and sexual crudity. For instance, women barely figure in the action, with Will taking on various stereotypical feminine attributes. But good luck finding meaning in all this mess.
  26. In comparison to Where the Heart Is, the Wal-Mart commercials seem like cinema verite.
  27. Lacking a real actress, director Michael Apted is called upon to fudge the facts and make Slim's ordeal as taut as possible. He gets the job done, but the suspense scenes have a generic fright-by-numbers feel that tell us he's wearing his professional hat and knows it.
  28. Crushingly unfunny.
  29. Way too bleak to be funny, even as a contemporary satire of the battle of the sexes.
  30. Lapses into an exercise in foolishness.
    • 22 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    Two Tylenol and a pair of earplugs might be enough to get you through Pokemon 3The Movie.
  31. One of those movies that makes you want to throw up your hands in despair, disgust, or maybe both.
  32. It's guys like Floyd who make a movie like Whatever It Takes feel like high school. And the rest of the losers make it feel like a movie.
  33. Under Alan Cohn's straight-on direction, the film, written by various hands, huffs and puffs mightily just to keep a strenuously labored plot going.
  34. The attempt to find humor in mean-spiritedness is way beyond Paris and Fejerman's abilities, and their last-reel attempt to portray Sofia as an ultimately liberating force for her daughters is as contrived as My Mother Likes Women is repellent.
    • 19 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    All of this points to the two major differences between "Mary" and "Lost": Ben Stiller's character in "Mary" was likable (if pathetic), and "Mary" was sporadically funny.
  35. Like a dinner-theater version of the "Alien" movies without the good grooming.
  36. It's arguably one of the emptiest, feeblest, most derivative scripts ever made as a major studio movie. There's no need to do a Mad magazine movie parody of this; it's already on the screen.
  37. I laughed a couple of times, but mostly I was bored out of my mind and not a little depressed.
  38. A movie made for wrestling fans that makes fun of wrestling fans? That cuts a little too close to the vicarious masochism at the heart of pro wrestling's core constituency. Also, it's not funny.
  39. This aggressively stupid film is merely business as usual, a compendium of all the current obsessions and fixations that make so many of these films such unhappy experiences.
  40. The "crime" was that it was made in the first place and the "punishment" is having to watch it.
    • Los Angeles Times
  41. Such a tedious Hollywood farce, so unpleasantly glib and relentlessly shallow, that Pacino's excessive performance is not even the worst thing about it.
  42. Seems merely tired and stale, the opposite of fresh, marked by ideas for jokes rather than things that are actually funny. Then, without warning, it goes from inept to complete disaster, sinking from indifferent to fiasco in the blink of an eye.
  43. See evil. See evil run. Run, evil, run all the way to cable television purgatory.
  44. A one-gag movie and that one gag isn't funny. Taylor and Lasser are reduced to playing sex-starved Norma Desmonds, and while Friedle and Owen are certainly game, their plan is a waste of everyone's time, especially the audience's.
  45. Appalling, shamelessly manipulative and contrived, and totally lacking in conviction.
  46. Tiresome, inept farce that's not even a fraction as clever or entertaining as it likes to imagine it is -- a complete waste of time.
  47. A numbing and dispiriting experience aimed at the least discriminating parts of the teen-age audience.
  48. Struggles awkwardly to bring a twist or two to its hoary class-conscious story line, aiming for a subtlety in character development that's smothered by excessive kitsch and kink.
  49. Robot Stories isn't any good. I don't say this lightly. There's no pleasure in giving new directors bad reviews and it's especially unpleasant when what's wrong with their work isn't a clumsy performance or two, a sagging second act or a repugnant worldview, but a near-total absence of filmmaking talent.
  50. Despite a wealth of special effects...this movie is surprisingly inert, more dull than anything else, with little to recommend it on any level.
  51. But even Carvey's protean talent can't dent this ponderously unfunny and uninspired comedy. It's hard to imagine anyone older than 10 being diverted by its broad buffoonery, and kids deserve better than this in the first place.
  52. It's so bad that you have to wonder whether Tom Green was looking for a project to match last year's "Freddy Got Fingered" -- Green didn't direct this turkey, but it surely is a contender for the bottom of the barrel award for 2002.
  53. 88 minutes of desperate gyrations intended to simulate humor.
  54. The story leapfrogs abruptly from scene to scene, and it makes such a mockery of narrative logic and continuity that the cast tends to look either baffled (Dorff) or as if they're trying to remain unrecognized.
  55. Turns out to be a muddled limp biscuit of a movie, a vampire soap opera that doesn't make much sense even on its own terms.
  56. It is hard to say what is more dispiriting about True Romance the movie itself or the fact that someone somewhere is sure to applaud its hollow, dime-store nihilism and smug pseudo-hip posturing as a bright new day in American cinema. [10 Sept 1993]
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  57. What's most interesting about this new film is how lacking it is in any of the things, from humor to emotion to halfway decent acting, we might go to a movie for. There's not even enough here to get mad at.
  58. A haphazard film about half as sophisticated as the average beer commercial.
  59. An unintentional parody of every teen movie made in the last five years. Which can be the only rational explanation for making such a mess all over the screen.
  60. It's the perfect image for a smelly and instantly flushable comedy that telegraphs punch lines in advance like a boorish dinner party guest.
  61. Mean-spirited vulgarity and homosexual panic.
  62. Critics are paid to suffer bad art, no matter how icky it is from the start. So all we could do was to Sit! Sit! Sit! Sit! And we did not like it. Not one little bit.
  63. Even the movie finds itself asking when it'll end. Not soon enough.
  64. The result is hopelessly inane, humorless and under-inspired.
  65. The filmmaking here is so glacially paced (the final script was only 62 pages for a 100-minute film) and enervating that boredom is the most frequent result.
    • 11 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    The sequel is quite serious, charmless and critic-proof (in fact, it wasn't screened for the media), and it may attract the teenagers who have made the game so popular. [24Nov1997 Pg.10]
    • Los Angeles Times
  66. Not only have bothersome plot changes been made, but the entire tone of the book has been transformed from tension to tongue-in-cheek with dismal results.
  67. After sitting through M. Butterfly, you'll wonder why they even bothered to try. [01 Oct 1993]
    • Los Angeles Times
  68. Even in thriller terms, nothing rings remotely true here, with even the baseball action--including a game that is not called despite enough rain to unnerve Noah--laced with a heavy dose of preposterousness.
  69. There's a fundamental lack of human feeling in Beverly Hills Cop III that makes you want to avert your eyes from the people around you when the lights come up. Attending this movie makes you feel like an accomplice to the corruption. [25 May 1994, p.1]
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  70. A film that is more listless than funny and could surely use some of the energy that animated both Art Buchwald and Paramount Pictures in the lawsuit surrounding authorship of [Eddie Murphy]'s 1988 "Coming to America." [01 Jul 1992]
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  71. James Earl Jones proves that he is probably the only actor in America who can wear the skin of a full-grown lion-jewels in its eyes, its tail in its mouth-over street clothes and not look like a damn fool. But there's not a thing he can do with this flaccid, foolish film. [29 Jun 1988, p.1]
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  72. Arm wrestling and hamburger building have been exhausted as backgrounds for movies, so it was probably inevitable that bartending would be next. But nothing quite prepares you for the hamburger that Cocktail makes of an old and relatively honorable profession. [29 Jul 1988, p.14]
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  73. The movie is full of phallic gags about little-bitty guns and crude jokes at physical or emotional infirmities. [17 Nov 1989, p.6]
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  74. The animation is of variable quality; the story is a garbled pastiche of "Oliver Twist" and "Little Miss Marker;" the songs, including four by Charles ("Annie") Strouse, are eminently unhummable. [17 Nov 1989]
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    • 21 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    Is it some monstrosity of awfulness, as its lack of advance screening suggested? No, that would imply at least a spark of some kind. This is just an empty summer hodgepodge of stale romantic comedy exchanges, witlessness and lackluster action.
  75. Julien Hernandez's Sex, Politics & Cocktails gives all three a bad name.
  76. Carl T. Evans' tedious drama Walking on the Sky serves primarily as an acting exercise for its cast and a showcase for its primary location, a scenic Manhattan rooftop.
    • 32 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    As the movie turns into a shrill revenge tragedy, complexity is discarded. The characters might as well be stapled to Popsicle sticks.
  77. It is terrible in every aspect -- wretchedly written, directed with a ham fist (by Matthew Levin) and over-acted.
  78. A trite, incoherent tale.
  79. There's so much ranting and raving, all of it boring and trite.
  80. The afterlife is not, however, nearly as deadly or as ghastly as the movie itself, an undertaking so tortured that it digs a deeper grave with every passing scene.
  81. An astoundingly bad memory piece that blows its potential dramatic heft at every turn.
  82. For most, there will be no adrenaline rush from fear or thrill, or vicarious release from seeing tormentors tormented; one leaves feeling sad. Sad that this is what "entertainment" has come to. Come on, filmmakers. Can't you do better?
  83. A film so drained of entertainment or simple humanity it is difficult to relate to as anything other than industrial artifact.
  84. What galls is that for all the perspiration in jazzing up an old yarn, there's not a whiff of originality in how Wirkola engages with the perverse pleasures enshrined by the Grimm brothers, two of their era's shrewdest storytellers.
  85. Inexplicably filmed in a handful of styles - including, bizarrely, obviously processed shots - by cinematographer Christopher Doyle, Passion Play would be midnight-movie fodder if it weren't so drearily wrapped up in its wounded-male aesthetic and a clumsy approach to art-movie moodiness that was abandoned in the '80s.
  86. A childish slog of hero worship.
  87. Subscribing to the philosophy that creepy equals interesting, the film contains barely a moment that isn't flat-footed, ludicrous or both.
  88. If you think three months is an impossible amount of time to write and produce a feature film, well, it is.
  89. I know it's early, but Seventh Son may actually be the worst movie of the year. It will most certainly be a contender. The medieval/fantasy/action/drama/romance hits pretty close to a perfect 10 on the egregious scale.
  90. With its soft jabs at hypocrisy and band-aid use of voiceover narration, Virginia is an excruciatingly slow train wreck.
  91. A near complete exercise in mirthlessness and atonal satire, Cellmates is a sentence, all right.
  92. Avoid this one like, well, a yeast infection.

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