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. Elliot fails to make the needed connection between the audience and a peeper who has lost his moral balance.
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  2. It would be great to see this turd squashed under a truck, preferably a semi.
  3. It's early in the year, but I defy any 2008 comedy to be as stupid, slack and sexless as Fool's Gold. And I'm counting Paris Hilton's appalling "The Hottie and the Nottie," which is marginally better.
  4. 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.
  5. Director Barry Levinson and screenwriter Mitch Glazer lucked out getting Bill Murray to play Richie Lanz, a loser who makes losing hilarious. Murray just kills it.
  6. 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.
  7. There is nothing distinctive about this toxic available-on-demand tripe except the absence of Mark Polish, though Michael didn’t spare his wife Kate Bosworth from acting duty in a thankless role. One thing’s for sure: This downpour of offensive ethnic stereotyping is a total washout.
  8. Contrived, manipulative and shamelessly sentimental, this film is notable for the courageous reach of Sean Penn, who gives a bold, heartfelt performance.
  9. There should be a place in hell for hacks who turn out derivative terror trash and then pretend they're doing an important investigative piece on Vatican corruption.
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  10. Thornton plays this low-ball farce with deceptive, masterful ease. Appreciate it.
  11. Maybe the most notable thing about the movie is Wahlberg himself, who hypes up that hapless “Who, me? Aw, shucks” vibe that works so well for him in comedies but utterly fails him here.
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    • 12 Critic Score
    It's not the emphasis on tics and grimaces that mars their essentially well-meaning performances, it’s the sitcom crassness of director and co-writer Garry Marshall.
  12. Ah jeez. I actually wanted this one to be good. Or at least decent. Or at least a reminder of what got us all fired up about the first Die Hard in 1988. But A Good Day To Die Hard, the fifth in a creatively exhausted series, is total crap.
    • 28 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    The problem was that it was supposed to be animated, but contractual obligations forced it to become a live-action movie — specifically, an unfunny, effects-driven, story-deprived live-action film about a talking duck.
  13. Make American movies great again. You can start by boycotting this one.
  14. An indigestible chunk of romantic marshmallow.
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  15. It shouldn't happen to anyone, much less a Dame – not a movie of such barreling awfulness as Winchester, which strands the great Helen Mirren in a gothic house of cards that collapses on actors and audiences alike.
  16. Who's the idiot responsible for this fiasco? You can't blame the Tea Party, an organization of 9 million that the film's producers are exploiting to get butts into seats. There's an object lesson in objectivism for you.
  17. The real plague is the movie, a sci-fi hodgepodge of bad history and worse special effects.
  18. Toss this ugly-ass crap to the curb, along with the other multiplex garbage, and see a romance that gets it right. I'm talking "(500) Days of Summer."
  19. Yikes! I saw Pixels as a 3D metaphor for Hollywood's digital assault on our eyes and brains. Not funny. Just relentless and exhausting.
  20. Beware all male viewers who enter here, you are in chick-movie hell.
  21. Onscreen, Nina barely scratches the surface much less draws blood. For the essence of a legend, listen to the real Simone sing "I Put a Spell on You." She sure as hell does. This movie emphatically does not.
  22. 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.
  23. Maybe its gargantuan god-awfulness is not a exactly a sin against cinema. But throw away your money on a ticket and you’re in for two hours of certain hell.
  24. 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.
  25. A long sit in the shallows, the equivalent of five half-hour episodes strung together.
  26. If you ever admired Julia Stiles, Selma Blair and Jason Lee -- and who didn't? -- don't watch them crush their careers in this laugh-free romantic comedy.
  27. Not to be catty about it, but the stench of the litter pan is all over this big-screen $90 million disaster-in-waiting.
  28. Jokes dying on the lips of these easy riders are hard to stomach.
  29. Transformers: The Last Knight is all kinds of awful. It's also the worst of the series to date, which is saying something.
  30. It's soft-core pap for horny boys and their hornier dads.
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  31. It's a major dud.
  32. Just stay away. It's awful.
  33. It's a no-go. View From the Top boasts a first-class cast, but they're all traveling coach.
  34. Yes, you read that correctly: zero stars. When talented people create one of the worst movies ever made, you have to ask: What the hell happened?
  35. Upchuckingly unfunny.
  36. The latest reboot of the Fantastic Four — the cinematic equivalent of malware — is worse than worthless.
  37. This out-and-out disaster dissolves in a puddle of botched intentions that will leave children sad and confused and adults scratching their heads.
  38. A genuine Chernobyl-level disaster that seems to get exponentially more radioactive as it goes along, this detour to one of the dustier corners of Marvel’s content farm is a dead-end from start to finish.
  39. Dracula may stay undead in the new millennium, but there's not a sign of life - oh, that bloodless acting - in this sorry mess.
  40. Painfully flat gross-out comedy.
  41. The laughs to be had in this deliciously awful sequel are all unintentional. A bummer for film buffs, but a ball for fans of the misbegotten.
  42. When studios plant these stink bombs in theaters, do they really think that audiences won't notice the stench?
  43. An irredeemably dull tale.
  44. Be warned, sequel fanboys: This thing sucks!
  45. The taste of toxicity will overwhelm whatever pulpy grindhouse pleasures you might have experienced. A franchise that started off with a sense of betrayal and righteous anti-authoritarian anger ends by parroting authoritarian talking points that betray what this country is about. Let this please be the last of its kind.
  46. The script that Nicholas Klein has conjured from Bono's idea is a quicksand that sucks down a solid cast.
  47. Tries for deadpan laughs but is merely lifeless.
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  48. Essentially an old-fashioned weepie gussied up for Y2K.
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  49. It's probably the movie event of the summer if you're an eight-year-old girl who doesn't get out much.
  50. Memo to Beyoncé Knowles: You were so good as Etta James in "Cadillac Records," so why'd you go spoil everything with a rank cheeseball thriller that buries you in clichés and won't even help you dig yourself out?
  51. What Lynch, who wrote the script at 19, sees as high drama is really high camp. And Fenn seems clueless on how to play her limbless character.
  52. I could puke.
  53. If crap movies carried penalties for inflicting torture on audiences, then Rings would merit a death sentence.
  54. Plot analysis is useless, since the film's fate rests with MTV comic Shore in his feature debut.
  55. It’s early in the new year, but I doubt that 1996 will produce a film more unthinkingly insidious than Eye for an Eye.
  56. Say the word, girl (Lopez), the next time you're offered one of these barrel scrapers: Enough!
  57. Some movies are so effing awful they're hilarious. Gods of Egypt falls short of that lofty goal. Not because it isn’t effing awful — it so is — but because it pretends to be in on the joke.
  58. John Travolta, trying earnestly to act his way through a ton of lousy makeup and an even heavier slab of bad screenwriting, plays mafioso John Gotti in this chaotic biopic that jumps all over the place but still fails to manifest a pulse.
  59. It's not just that the movie itself is wicked awful, it's that Mr. Deeds brings out the worst in Adam Sandler.
  60. The first big-studio movie released in 2009 has a damn fine chance of being the worst. Bride Wars isn't just chick-flick hell for guys, it should numb the skulls of moviegoers of all sexes and ages.
  61. You can only swindle audiences by thinking you simply throw A-list stars in anything and people will still show up, drooling like Pavlov’s pups, for so long before the echo in empty theaters is deafening.
  62. Every scare is telegraphed. Every surprise is recycled from a better thriller. Even the devil would send this one back.
  63. Verhoeven, who inflicted "Showgirls" on us, skips the provacative questions raised by invisibility and goes straight to rape and murder.
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  64. Ninety minutes pass like an eternity. Verdict: Down for the count.
  65. The unholy mess that director David Frankel and screenwriter Allan Loeb have unleashed for the holidays strands an all-star cast...on a sinking ship that churns the waters from absurd to zombified with frequent stops at pretentious.
  66. Well, it's a little confusing. And slightly incoherent in terms of how it lays out the book's narrative about a serial killer who is targeting mothers and whose calling card is a snowman. And sort of not very good overall. It's bad.
  67. A total bust, a stupefyingly unfunny and shamelessly lazy farce packed with cringe-worthy jokes and overt product placement.
  68. The cast got to spend a month shooting on Bora Bora. So that explains why they're in the movie. Why you'd spend good money for a ticket to watch them have all the fun and not have any fun yourself passes understanding.
  69. Diapers, even from three babies, can't stink worse than this.
  70. Like the four franchise fillers that preceded it, Underworld: Blood Wars is undoubtedly impervious to bad reviews. What it needs is a stake through the heart.
  71. Sucks bad, real bad.
  72. Do you really need me to tell you how scary this horror show isn't?
  73. I'd prefer to think of Sandler in "Punch-Drunk Love," the one good movie of the three he did this year.
  74. Bad things can happen to talented people. Take Tom McCarthy, who wrote and directed "The Station Agent," "The Visitor" and "Win Win." All gems. His fourth film, The Cobbler, is a failure on every level.
  75. What to say about this lame-brained, limp dick attempt to update a classic Brothers Grimm tale into an f-bomb throwing vomit-inducing 3D franchise? I say, screw the damn thing and run the other way.
  76. Peet is always worth watching, but the role does her no favors, and the script, involving a kidnapping and a surprise cameo by Neil Diamond - you heard me - smacks of desperation beyond saving.
  77. Sorry, no XOXO for this slick, hollow hooey.
  78. Bad beyond belief.
  79. When Macbeth said, "It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing," he must have had visions about Courtney Solomon's Getaway, a car chase thriller with zero thrills and a stench that all the perfumes of Arabia couldn't erase.
  80. The only genuine, blood-curdling scream incited by this stupefyingly dull time- and money-waster comes at the end, when the notion dawns that Blumhouse’s Fantasy Island is meant to spawn sequels. Stop it now, before it kills again.
  81. Everything in One for the Money rings cringingly false, from Heigl's absurd Snooki accent to Plum's romance with Joe Morelli, an Italian cop, played by – faith and begorrah – Jason O'Mara. To dismiss Julie Anne Robinson's direction as clueless would be a kindness.
  82. A script by Peter Gaulke and Gerry Swallow that is minus a shred of Farrelly wit.
  83. It's "The Exorcist" warmed over.
  84. Filming this mess in North Carolina (strike three).
  85. How do you rate a cinematic black hole that doesn’t deserve a single star? Do you simply give it five eyerolls? Better question: How does a movie, with all the talent in the world going for it, become a such a blithering botch job?
  86. Allen screws up his directing debut with a script that smothers his wit in a blanket of bland.
  87. One of the worst movies of this or any year.
  88. In one scene, raw sewage is dumped on Joe. See Joe Dirt and you'll know how that feels.
  89. Talk about your quick-buck exploitation.
  90. The jokes? "Chicks are for fags," says Lloyd. The film is subtitled When Harry Met Lloyd. Believe me, you don't want to be there.
  91. Limp exercise in erotica...Rourke appears comatose, and Otis, though lovely in or out of her skimpy wardrobe, wears the pained expression of a woman who has accidentally stepped into something squishy and rank.
  92. The only people likely to get a kick out of Gigli -- the first screen teaming of Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez -- are Madonna and her director hubby Guy Ritchie. Finally there's a movie as jaw-droppingly awful as their "Swept Away."
  93. For starters, it blows. Madonna continues to mistake a knack for striking poses with the interpretive skill of a real actor.
  94. The Devil Inside manages not only to scrape the barrel's bottom but to drill a hole in said bottom and funnel deeper into the scum.
  95. Director Garry Marshall is a menace. He keeps killing holidays with all-star comedies in which a laugh would die of loneliness.
  96. I'm guessing it's the pressure of an idiot script by Gary Scott Thompson and understandably clueless direction from Jon Avnet that forces Pacino to ham it up so vigorously that you want to garnish him with cloves and a slice of pineapple.
  97. A movie this unspeakably awful can make an audience a little crazy. You want to throw things, yell at the actors, beg them to stop. But the film drags on, digging horrible memories into the brain -- like Bruce Willis and Danny Aiello's singing.
  98. The film is in black-and-white so the gore doesn't spray quite as colorfully. But you'll still puke up a storm. Not so much at the movie, whose shock value wears off quicky, but at Six, who seems to hate himself almost as much as his audience. Masochists will give the movie a thumbs-up, as long as their thumb isn't already up their ass.

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