Rolling Stone's Scores

For 4,534 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 56% higher than the average critic
  • 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. The result is a failed and lifeless experiment in which everything goes wrong.
  2. To shine in a turd like this shows Brody has the stuff that -- damn the Oscar jinx -- makes an actor last.
  3. A comedy so devoid of wit and point that not mentioning the other actors trapped in this rathole would be an act of charity.
  4. The actors hit the jackpot, but only in terms of their paychecks. The audience gets a tension-free, tight-assed, "Casino" ripoff that leaves them thoroughly fleeced.
  5. Writer-director Angelina Jolie's attempt to emulate European art cinema is a slow, sodden, stupefyingly dull take on a 1970s marriage gone bad.
  6. Don't ask whether or not you should take The Day After Tomorrow seriously. Don't take it at all.
  7. Start hating me now, Twihards, but the sexless, bloodless, padded and plodding Breaking Dawn, Part 1 is the worst Twilight movie to date. (I don't get it either.)
  8. Diapers, even from three babies, can't stink worse than this.
  9. Film critics have been asked to say as little as possible about M. Night Shyamalan's new scare film about the perils of messing with Mother Nature. Fair enough. But I will say this: It's not happening.
  10. I have the same allergic reaction to this open faucet of tear-jerking swill as I do to the 1996 Nicholas Sparks novel that inspired it.
  11. I'd prefer to think of Sandler in "Punch-Drunk Love," the one good movie of the three he did this year.
  12. Build a comedy around Jim Carrey in manic mode and they will come. Case in point: Fun With Dick and Jane, a pointless, painfully unfunny and yet inexplicably popular remake of the 1977 fizzle with Jane Fonda and George Segal.
  13. Except for a rare scene of shaggy charm, nothing works. Nothing.
  14. This is Berg's debut outing as a director, but other first-timers, namely Joel Coen (Blood Simple) and Danny Boyle (Shallow Grave), had it all over him for blending horror and hilarity.
  15. Director Michael Hoffman sprays on the tears like a toxic mist. Avoid like the plague.
  16. The true audiences for Fifty Shades of Grey are gluttons for punishment — by boredom.
  17. Not since Gus Van Sant inexplicably directed a shot-by-shot remake of Hitchcock's "Psycho" has a thriller been copied with so little point or impact.
  18. The problem with setting a familiar story in a foreign universe is that you have to establish the parameters of said universe or risk losing your audience. That's world-building 101, folks. Bright does not care about that. Bright's attitude is closer to "fuck you for not somehow keeping up with our cool shit" before doing a lot of push-ups.
  19. This movie hits all the wrong notes.
  20. Yikes! I saw Pixels as a 3D metaphor for Hollywood's digital assault on our eyes and brains. Not funny. Just relentless and exhausting.
    • 43 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    One might think that a movie featuring Bill Murray, Matthew McConaughey, Janeane Garofalo and an elephant couldn't be all that bad. Think again. This is a terrible, terrible movie.
  21. Hollywood has again turned a challenging book into negligible cinema. Forget the $13 million budget and the reputations involved. This Handmaid’s Tale is merely a piss-poor rehash of The Stepford Wives with delusions of grandeur.
  22. Yikes! Chris Renaud and Kyle Balda direct strictly for short-attention spans on a fruit-loopy palette that made me want to puke. Had Dr. Seuss lived (he died in 1991), I'm confident he would have puked as well.
  23. It could have been crazy-good trash.
  24. Charlie Day owns one of the highest-pitched male squeaks in the business and he puts it to hilarious use on It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I could watch him in anything – but Fist Fight is pushing it, given that's it's always raining a storm of comic clichés that quickly drowns any semblance of audience goodwill.
  25. This movie really moves. But a fleet of tanks couldn’t help the brothers Dowdle push past the plot holes in this rancid mess.
  26. Stephen Rodrick's New York Times article about the making of The Canyons had humor, suspense and propulsion. They should have made that movie. What we have here is dead on arrival.
  27. A movie utterly devoid of wit , excitement and any reason for being.
  28. This movie isn't over-the-top -- it doesn't know where the top is. Trash addicts will eat up every graphic minute, even if they prefer to wait for the DVD.
  29. There’s not a real or spontaneous minute in it.
  30. Jonah is fated to ride alone. Don't make the mistake of keeping him company.
  31. Audiences forced to endure the 109 coma-inducing minutes of Serena should bring an e-book or a soft pillow.
  32. The real burned-out case is director-writer Peter Bogdanovich. The Last Picture Show made his reputation, and these aging Texans trying to rediscover their innocence obviously touch him deeply. But Bogdanovich’s style has turned heavy, crude and incoherent.
  33. Result? It's not scary, just busy.
  34. Hiddleston is not what's wrong with this movie. But damn near everything else is.
  35. The Expendables 3, trading on our affection for action stars of the past, has officially worn out its already shaky welcome.
  36. Bloated, boring, repetitive, draining.
  37. Here's a comedy of punishing tedium that pretends to be hip when it's so five minutes ago.
  38. I'm dumbfounded by the idea of remaking a movie that was no damn good in the first place. Is it the possibility of making it better? The exact opposite happens with Flatliners.
  39. This is the safe and sorry Disney version, suitable for anyone under 10 or gullible to the point of idiocy.
  40. Something cold and mechanical has seeped into the sequel. The divas push so hard for fun, it kills the spontaneity that fun needs to breathe.
  41. "Irritating" doesn't begin to describe Julia Roberts as Katherine, an art-history prof who arrives at Wellesley in 1953.
  42. 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.
  43. Feels fake, forced and indigestible.
  44. "Sixth Sense" rip-off.
  45. The perfect summer movie, that is if you're eight years old or under. For the rest of us, the sequel to the first "Fantastic Four" that miraculously amassed more than $150 million in 2005, is a plotless, brainless, witless bore.
  46. "Your incompetence is most taxing," says the chief vampire (Bill Nighy). A line that pretty much nails this rusty Blade.
  47. Delivery Man is one joke stretched to the breaking point. Mine was reached.
  48. Final Analysis suffers from something much worse: terminal shallowness.
  49. The title of this limp retread of "Minority Report" -- both films are based on stories by Philip K. Dick -- presumably refers to the reason the big names involved did this movie.
  50. Enduing a full 120 minutes of this sh*tstorm takes its toll. Bitterness, anger, malice, bad blood – that’s acrimony, baby. And that's what you'll feel if you blow the price of ticket on this hack job.
  51. Max
    "You're an awfully hard man to like, Hitler." Few serious films could survive a line like that. Max certainly doesn't.
  52. Grating.
  53. It galls me that Hollywood thinks we're shallow enough to swallow this swill. Or am I just being paranoid?
  54. The real plague is the movie, a sci-fi hodgepodge of bad history and worse special effects.
  55. What's onscreen is a godawful mess, leaving the actors to suck wind while the film collapses around them. If you've never played the game, you might as well watch the movie stoned.
  56. 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.
  57. Director Luke Greenfield, the auteur behind "The Animal," starring Rob Schneider, wants to pass off this limp-dick farce as social satire. Ha!
  58. This lame-ass chick-flick sampling of "Crazy Heart" is more like country Kryptonite.
  59. Estevez means well. But having your heart in the right place is no excuse for insipid ineptitude.
  60. At one point, Black puts out a fire by pissing on it. It's my job as a critic to piss on this dumb excuse for a movie. Consider it done.
  61. This spark-free film has no place to go on their resumes except under the heading of "Cringing Embarrassment."
  62. Hal claims that a Lantern's only enemy is fear itself. The thought of a sequel to this shamelessly soulless Hollywood product scares me plenty.
  63. The shortage of wit and the excess of goo can be summed up in Sandler's line to these children of divorce: "I'm like the stink on your feet — I'll always be there."
  64. The movie ultimately reveals itself as a pretender with no balls. Creatively, it's all wet.
  65. The movie plays like an evangelical prayer meeting, though I'd hold the hallelujahs. The characters we came to admire as vulnerable misfits hit the stage like visiting royalty and with a nonstop perkiness that makes the Von Trapps look like manic-depressives.
  66. Some bad movies should carry a leper's bell to warn off ticket buyers. Such a contagion is Charlie St. Cloud, a load of mawkish swill starring Zac Efron (bereft of the talent he showed in "Me and Orson Welles").
  67. Roth takes three powerhouse actors -- Julianne Moore as the mother, Samuel L. Jackson as the cop who interrogates her and Edie Falco as another woman who lost her son -- and reduces their talents to rubble and their characters to screeching cliches.
  68. The cheap thrills wear off way fast, and we're left with atrocious acting, feeble writing and clueless directing (from first-timer Steven Quale). The horror! The horror!
  69. Even Cate Blanchett can't save this misbegotten horse opera.
  70. Preacher Reitman won't be satisfied till we stomp our smartphones. LOL. WTF.
  71. This pooped party brings you down from all the jokes that don't land and the flop sweat pouring off good actors whose forced cheer is exhausting.
  72. A triumph for the machines, more proof that we do indeed live in the Matrix.
  73. Valentine's Day is a date movie from hell.
  74. 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.
  75. Talk about your quick-buck exploitation.
  76. Oh, how good actors can trap themselves in drivel.
  77. Nothing the skunk does can begin to match the stench of this movie.
  78. Even wild man Gary Oldman, as a priest ready to eighty-six the wolfman with silver nail polish, can't liven up this humorless hogwash. And it's just sad to see the legendary Julie Christie stuck playing the grandmother.
  79. 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.
  80. The movie that might have been goes down in flames.
  81. An irredeemably dull tale.
  82. Call it "Apocalypto" for pussies -- a PG-13 rating, puh-leese! -- or prehistory for peabrains. Just don’t call it friendo. 10,000 B.C. will take your money, rob your time and hit your brain like a shot of Novacaine.
  83. Not to be catty about it, but the stench of the litter pan is all over this big-screen $90 million disaster-in-waiting.
  84. This crap is supposed to be the chick flick antidote to Super Bowl fever. Ha!
  85. Director Burr Steers, of the terrific "Igby Goes Down," is stuck polishing clichès.
  86. It's a lame trailer, but the movie itself is much, much worse.
  87. It's probably the movie event of the summer if you're an eight-year-old girl who doesn't get out much.
  88. Director Brian De Palma’s $45 million film version of the book is superficial, shopworn and cartoonish. On film, Bonfire achieves a consistency of ineptitude rare even in this era of over-inflated cinematic air bags.
  89. A romantic comedy so numbing it feels like Novocaine.
  90. There's a difference between exposing misogyny and crassly exploiting it.
  91. It's a monster fail.
  92. It's a little early for self-parody in the career of Vin Diesel. But he's a calamitous cliché in A Man Apart.
  93. Here's Madge one more time doing something for which she is eminently unsuited – directing.
  94. If you can buy the pillow-lipped Angelina Jolie as a psychic FBI agent in Montreal to hunt a serial killer, then you can swallow the other implausibilities in this retread thriller.
  95. Director Garry Marshall is a menace. He keeps killing holidays with all-star comedies in which a laugh would die of loneliness.
  96. You know a sequel isn't working when, ten minutes into the movie, a voice inside your head starts screaming, "Please make it stop!"
  97. Cage and Baruchel work hard to stay accessible, but the computer-generated effects come on like heavy artillery blowing away any hint of flesh and blood. The Sorcerer's Apprentice should be rated U for Untouched by Human Hands.
  98. Sorry, no XOXO for this slick, hollow hooey.
  99. All I can cull is: don't mess with Mother Nature and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Fortune-cookie stuff. Erase All.

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