Rolling Stone's Scores

For 4,534 reviews, this publication has graded:
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  • 3% same as the average critic
  • 41% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 0.6 points higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Movie review score: 65
Highest review score: 100 The Wolf of Wall Street
Lowest review score: 0 Joe Versus the Volcano
Score distribution:
4534 movie reviews
  1. Transformers: Dark of the Moon - high on any list of the worst blockbusters ever - is a movie bereft of wit, wonder, imagination, and any genuine reason for being. Watching it makes you die a little inside.
  2. The listless, leaden acting, writing and direction in this breathtakingly stupid bomb-ola defies audiences to stay conscious through its drag-ass 88 minutes.
  3. Though the movie stalls frequently before it finds its balance, Woodley makes us care.
  4. Alex Cross has been neutered on film, deprived of his sexuality, his family, his friends.
  5. The money shots of the living tableau are padded with jokes that feel embalmed before the actors get them out of their mouths.
  6. The movie deserves a stake through the heart.
  7. It's difficult to imagine a summer film programmed more cynically than this repugnant sequel. RoboCop 2 is all machine, and it's all vile.
  8. Audiences with a brain cell left have only one choice: Look for the first exit on the right.
  9. The cast puts its effort into a slightly less underwhelming movie, one a little more willing to engage this gallery of personalities, which, insofar as they’re based on the characters in the novel, are just engaging enough to watch this once and never think about again. Austen works hard. But mediocrity, this movie reminds us, works harder.
  10. Jack proves he’s (von Trier) also capable of making a failed act of provocation. The fact that he ends the movie in hell seems superfluous. We’ve already been there for two and a half hours.
  11. One raucous night, one raunchy party, "American Graffiti filtered through "Dazed and Confused" and the Shermer High films of John Hughes.
  12. With that cast, we rightfully expect fireworks. What we get is the film equivalent of a wet blanket.
  13. There’s no doubting Potter’s laudable ambition to capture the swirling headspace of her brother, who died in 2013. But in trying to restore his dignity in fighting the dying of the light, she’s neglected to portray him in the human terms that would let us share his spirit.
  14. Quite a spectacle, but the movie falls flat.
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  15. As with so many middle parts of proposed trilogies, Halloween Kills feels designed to get you from Point A to a future Point C. It forgets, however, that a middle chapter still has to work on its own, and that stranding fans, completists, casual moviegoers, etc. in a weak-link entry runs the risk of permanently turning people off of the whole endeavor.
  16. Clooney is too talented and committed a filmmaker not to get in his licks. But with Suburbicon, he's made a movie that is tonally at war with itself.
  17. An epic bore that believes if you make a movie long and loud and repetitive enough, audiences will conclude it's saying something profound. Wrong.
  18. OK, so, listen: There’s really no point describing what happens, or how, or when, or why. This is not a narrative film. This is not “cinema,” or maybe it is, who the f**k knows anymore? This is a Michael Bay movie.
  19. Larry Crowne is more than a missed opportunity. It's alarmingly, depressingly out of touch.
  20. Awful.
  21. Morning sickness afflicts most of the potential mommies. For me, the movie itself triggered the vomiting.
  22. Viewed as a light star vehicle with a lot of VFX — a soft Rock movie — it’s simply ho-hum. The issue is with everything else happening onscreen around him. Even by the DCEU’s dodgy standards, it’s a mess in a cape.
  23. Director Mike Barber springs a twist ending that makes you sit up and stifle those yawns.
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  24. Way to go, Battleship: Take the crassest of cynical junk, slather it in jingoism and sell it as rah-rah fun for right-wingers.
  25. It's slick girlie stuff, but the cast makes it go down easy.
  26. A patently bogus romcom in which every note rings false.
  27. Why does this Last Dance feel so impersonal, so rote, so step-by-step predictable?
  28. In his screenwriting debut, Glee's gifted Chris Colfer, 22, proves he can lace a line with sass and soul. The downside of Struck by Lightning, besides the fact that Colfer's character, Carson Phillips, is struck dead in the first scene, is that Colfer hands himself all the best lines.
  29. DeMonaco shows a sure hand at building tension. Too bad the film devolves into a series of home-invasion clichés. The Purge was almost on to something.
  30. Some actors don't need top-shelf material. Just the pleasure of their company is enough. And so Al Pacino, Christopher Walken and Alan Arkin turn the insubstantial Stand Up Guys into solid entertainment.
  31. May be only loosely true, but it is thoroughly Hollywood.
  32. For those who mistake Love Wedding Repeat for a comedy with actual laughs, consider yourselves warned.
  33. A collection of moldy gags that director Tim Story tries to polish. Not with these turds, pal.
  34. Offers dumb fun without apology.
  35. A promise unfulfilled.
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  36. Turitz keeps it comic and romantic in just the right doses. Looking for a fun date flick? You found it.
  37. Cruz is a dish, but her movie is as soggy and indigestible as Styrofoam.
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  38. Recommending that someone actually subject themselves to Roland Emmerich’s sci-fi neo-disaster flick, however, is a little like shoving three-month old milk under an unsuspecting person’s nose and inquiring, Does this smell ok? You already know the answer; you just need to share the pain.
  39. Some people find this twisty and twisted psychological thriller arty and pretentious. I find it arty and provocative.
  40. The dialogue starts at risible and descends from there.
  41. Could 1960s-style sex, drugs and rock & roll really have been this dull?
  42. You go in with high expectations about what this collection of talent can do with this bats**t pulp fiction. You leave feeling like you owe Brian De Palma a thousand apologies.
  43. Director Vadim Jean is lucky that his low-octane comedy is long on Short.
  44. McConaughey, despite alarmingly orange makeup, does justice to the role, a hard-drinking, shipwreck- hunting senator's son with a 007 way with the ladies.
  45. Even the great ones hit snags. With The Limits of Control, Jim Jarmsuch gets tangled up in his own deadpan.
  46. This comedy is packed with p---- jokes, the cruder the better.
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  47. A ham-handed melodrama that trivializes an important topic: the role of the teacher in a violent classroom.
  48. The spectacle feels lifeless and what could have been a challenging moral provocation dissolves into sappy, feel-good pandering. Lawrence and Pratt deserve better. So do audiences.
  49. It's Vincent D'Onofrio as Pooh-Bear, a drug lord who's snorted so much meth his nose had to be replaced by a plastic one, who kicks ass.
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  50. Judd is slumming again in ths lame suspense yarn that could barely pass as a TV quickie without the bankable names of Judd, Tommy Lee Jones and director Bruce Beresford.
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  51. Monster Trucks is a wreck, fueled by the crazy belief that noise and repetition can disguise the lack of credible writing, directing, acting and FX.
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    Without the unyielding forward charge of the original, however, the far-fetched story doesn’t really work. And the movie’s attempts to explain its characters doesn’t make them any deeper; quite the contrary, it renders them simplistic.
  52. But the bad boys achieve something a budget can't buy: an easy, natural rapport that makes you root for them. For comedy and thrills, Lawrence and Smith are a dream team.
  53. An appallingly clumsy and stupid take on drugs, kidnapping and suicide in suburbia.
  54. The problem here isn't excessive pandering; the sheer existence of this second movie is already 100-percent fan service. It's that it doesn't give you much beyond a very subjective view of what these guys find hilarious.
  55. To start as a genre resuscitation and end up as simply generic — that’s a far more fatal ending than any curse befalling the characters onscreen.
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    It’s clear that Jo Koy loves his relatives, and wants the world to know it. It’s just that his style would be better served within the more earnest confines of a traditional multi-cam sitcom.
  56. Blomkamp and his wife and co-writer, Terri Tatchell, stack the deck. Instead of awe, we get "E.T." - aww.
  57. Purists, be warned: This scare-flick quickie has as much relation to the 1953 Vincent Price classic with the same title as Paris Hilton does to acting.
  58. The self-congratulatory histrionics of Williams, lower lip trembling as he triumphs over torture in the name of the human spirit, represents a trend in Hollywood to make accessible melodrama out of unspeakable tragedy.
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  59. Just a "Rambo" rehash.
  60. The movie certainly has heart; its purpose is unmistakable. But the spark — for which it has all the necessary ingredients — is somehow missing.
  61. Lohan’s most distinguished quality as a star is that glowing goodness, a real, unshakeable joy that can only barely be imitated, let alone replicated, and which feels perfectly at home in the bright, buoyant, only glancingly ironic realm of happy-go-lucky comedy.
  62. The script hits rough patches, especially when Phoebe and Wolf get it on, but the sisters cut to the heart.
  63. This movie made my ears hurt. Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett and James Ellroy could have turned this pulp into insinuating jazz. What's here is a cartoonish bore.
  64. Lethal Weapon 3 offers mediocrity wielded by experts. It's not a movie, it's a machine.
  65. This kind of Cold War-a-go-go, deadly-honeypot intrigue is harder to do well than you might think — just ask the folks behind "Red Sparrow." So you appreciate it when someone like Besson can make it move like a pro.
  66. By the end, Vantage Point is such a unholy mess of drooling sentiment and sloppy loose ends that you’ll hate yourself for being suckered in.
  67. It's refried comic beans that smell stale and smack of desperation.
  68. A tonally uneven mishmash of Wes Anderson quirk, John Cassavetes guts-spilling and The Breakfast Club, all of which somehow manages to dampen the talents of its crack ensemble cast.
  69. A violent cartoon that trivializes apartheid. If there's any justice, the birds of loneliness will be circling the box office.
  70. I don't know what to make of Act of Valor. It's like reviewing a recruiting poster.
  71. The result this time is just as hit and miss. But when it hits, yowsa.
  72. Final Analysis suffers from something much worse: terminal shallowness.
  73. Even marking on a B-movie curve, Unhinged is running on empty.
  74. By the end, when the three Shafts hit the streets in identical long coats like something out of The Matrix, the message is clear. Rough justice is back to stay. Women are out of the picture, except for sex. Dinosaurs again walk the earth with misogynistic and homophobic impunity. These are the laughs, folks. Don’t be surprised if they stick in your throat.
  75. The strapping Owen as a guy who can't handle himself and cutie-pie Aniston as a witchy woman? I don't think so. Talk about derailed.
  76. There's a strong movie in this life, but writer-director Leon Ichaso ("Sugar Hill") hasn't found it.
  77. Suicide Squad wussies out when it should have been down with the Dirty Dozen of DC Comics. Audiences complained that Batman v Superman was too dark and depressing. So director-writer David Ayer (End of Watch, Fury) counters with light and candy-assed. I call bullshit.
  78. 65
    It’s not schlocky enough to be so-bad-it’s-good and nowhere near good enough to be taken even a tiny bit seriously.
  79. Phantom, still running on Broadway after sixteen years, is a rapturous spectacle. And the movie, directed full throttle by Joel Schumacher, goes the show one better.
  80. The only achievement in transferring The Goldfinch from page to screen is that it’s a botch job for the ages.
  81. It's love with tragic complications, and director Luis Mandoki drags the torture out for two-plus hours.
  82. You never doubt the good intentions of Zemeckis and Steve Carell, who plays Hogancamp with genuine grace. Sadly, something essential went missing in the trip from Marwencol to Marwen.
  83. The brooding RPatz doesn’t bite. But his movie does.
  84. It plays like an opportunity missed.
  85. We also learn that five of his books, written in secret, will be published between 2015 and 2020. Can't wait to read them. Can't wait to forget this movie.
  86. From its generic title to an ending you can see coming from outer space, Blood and Money follows a path rutted with enough clichés to cover the three million acres of Maine forest land where the film is set.
  87. Alexander breaks the key rule that makes movies move: Show, don't tell.
  88. It's not just hard to believe any of this, it's impossible. And director Jon Turteltaub (Phenomenom) directs with robotic cheerlessness.
  89. Just when you want to outright dismiss it, a pinprick of sound and vision peeks through the straight-to-DVD dross. And just when you start to think someone’s starting to gin up that old black magic, the whole thing simply topples over with a loud thud.
  90. It gives me no pleasure to report that Aloha is still a mess, a handful of stories struggling for a unifying tone.
  91. Cowabunga, the vigilante demi-gods on a half shell are back, and more inane and irritating than ever. Their antics make the 112 minutes it takes to watch this frenetic followup to 2014's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles a torturous mindfuck for any sentient being over the age of infancy.
  92. This spark-free film has no place to go on their resumes except under the heading of "Cringing Embarrassment."
  93. Crass manipulation can clean up at the box office, so do your part: Nail this flick as a bottom feeder and pay the bad word forward to three others.
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  94. What's good? A mesmeric, bottle-blond Christopher Walken as Max Zorin, hellbent on global domination as a product of Nazi experiments, Grace Jones' zowie star at his henchman, and Duran Duran's title song. Otherwise, I'm out.
  95. To cut Toys a minor break, it is ambitious. It is also a gimmicky, obvious and pious bore, not to mention overproduced and overlong.
  96. This kind of pandering FX padding, unnurtured by humor or heart, is what shifts Jupiter Ascending from a shambles to a fiasco. In an effort to win back audiences by lowering their standards and their daring, the Wachowskis wind up where you never expected to find them creatively: on the ropes.
  97. It could have been crazy-good trash.
  98. There’s so much wasted potential here, so little sense of how to get across a notion of solidarity in the face of catastrophic danger, and sexism, not in that order.

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