Slant Magazine's Scores

For 7,769 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 33% higher than the average critic
  • 3% same as the average critic
  • 64% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 6.4 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Movie review score: 59
Highest review score: 100 Mulholland Dr.
Lowest review score: 0 Jojo Rabbit
Score distribution:
7769 movie reviews
  1. The film's exasperating atonality washes out any legitimate idea about identity, education, nature versus nurture, or artificial intelligence that Neill Blomkamp hoped to evince.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 75 Critic Score
    The film obliquely addresses its narrative mysteries through the conversational cracks of two people in enforced proximity.
  2. The lusterless camerawork keys itself almost empathetically to the drab reality of the film's spaces, settled and unsettled alike, but it can't enliven the hackneyed plot.
  3. An issues documentary that scores its points through a seductive combination of clearly stated arguments and pithy humor.
  4. Like its predecessor, the film is a charming example of what great actors can do with mediocre material.
  5. For all the thematic emphasis the script ultimately places on the allegedly thick bonds among these men, it's surprising how often they communicate solely through exposition.
  6. The premise amounts to numerous raised glasses and classical music cues, but little of this schmoozing strikes a notable chord beyond the démodé back-patting engaged throughout.
  7. The film begins as a moodily introspective drama about grief before implausibly morphing into a stale thriller.
  8. The film ultimately understands poverty as a profound and often irreversible desolation of terra firma.
  9. The film turns out to instead be a strained trumpeting of the return of the proverbial king of the box office.
  10. David Gelb doesn't evince so much as a single compositional sleight of hand, merely delighting in turning lights on and off and watching Zoe appear in random places.
  11. It suggests that a disease isn't a product of one single person's body, but the eruption of an entire family history of unarticulated desire.
  12. Unable to reconcile plot with poetry, Bluebird is knitted-together by its sense of place and lived-in performances, yet unraveled by anemic false melodrama and overbearing music.
  13. The cogent character study nestled inside all the bombast remains crafty for its rare commingling of artful storytelling and genre nonsensicality.
  14. An unfocused mishmash that thrives only when it fixates on footage of actual bouts.
  15. A ferocious plea for character salvation within a milieu where money and bodily affect are the raison d'être for human existence.
  16. It masks depleted drama under a progression of long takes, various music cues, and a three-chapter structure that grows successively tedious.
  17. Its lack of dramatic specificity places it in a precarious middle ground between exacting character study and ethereal parable.
  18. Lawrence Michael Levine's film occupies a sweet spot between the self-aware and taut.
  19. Yet another boring ode to heavy breathing that's offered under the hypocritical pretense of celebrating female empowerment.
  20. Kirby Dick's films don't go far enough in explaining how a culture of rape can pervade in vastly different institutions, but they're ruthless about holding them accountable.
  21. The film achieves nothing more than hollow caricature, too caught up in dumb dress-up pageantry to accomplish anything else.
  22. The film deposits its heroine and everyone in the audience looking toward her for image-maintaining guidance back at square one.
  23. Josh Heald's script takes the easy way out, ending the film with a torrent of slapdash sentimentality.
  24. If there's a general air of emotional authenticity woven throughout all this garden-variety, faith-in-family hokum, it's in the racing scenes.
  25. The film's 90 minutes are a disorienting cyclone of destructive incidents and propulsive energy.
  26. In the end, Adam Green reminds us that he's all to eager to go for the easy thrill.
  27. The images gorgeously embody both the fear and the beauty of James's exploratory experiments with socialization.
  28. The film lacks an ability to construct significant instances of character drama as symbolic of larger concerns pertaining to nationalist dilemmas.
  29. Each of the six vignettes that make up this unusually energetic anthology pertains to the methods of calculated mass dehumanization that are (barely) hidden beneath the practices of social institutions.
  30. So flimsily constructed, visually and narratively, that it resembles a middle-school play that's been hastily filmed on an antique camcorder.
  31. Jamie Dornan somehow manages to render his sculpted beauty moot, which throws a major wrench in the gears for a film dependent on eroticism.
  32. It convincingly insists that the human figure is no more vital to the image than the rapidly shifting landscape it inhabits.
  33. The courtroom's cramped, near-featureless air of bureaucratic stagnation becomes oppressive even for the audience, making it easy to identify with Viviane's growing hunger for freedom.
  34. Director Kiah Roache-Turner's film is an excitingly efficient and ultraviolent zomedy.
  35. Any masochistic joy that can be derived from watching the film owes to seeing it take its bullheaded conceit to its logical, artless extreme.
  36. It's tructured in familiar, safe terms, plays for very low stakes, and appeals to no one so much as white, male teenagers with chips on their shoulders.
  37. The film sympathetically renders the small humiliations and inconveniences of life as an old-world vampire struggling with modernity.
  38. A dizzying hall-of-mirrors stunt, a horror remake as autobiographical X-ray, and a work of fantasy that serves as a decadently cleansing creative exorcism.
  39. Johanna Hamilton's 1971 represents a mind-blowing scoop disguised as a fairly garden-variety issue doc.
  40. The film mostly skirts any connection to musical theater as though it were faintly embarrassed.
  41. The film is ntermittently inventive in its visual and physical effects, but its politics are unthinking and obvious, a cheap anti-authoritarian tantrum imbedded in an intergalactic action-melodrama.
  42. As is often the case in films like this, Seventh Son is at its weakest when it tries to leaven its brink-of-disaster gravity with a little nerdy humor.
  43. Its dedication to the transgressive power of frivolity remains the franchise's greatest weapon.
  44. The title of Youssef Delara and Victor Teran's new film pretty much sums up its shallow and exploitative take on mental illness.
  45. The film is a patient exploration of the enlaced connections between professional and emotional sectors.
  46. The doc is too enamored with Cenk Uygur and his convictions that it hews more closely to being a conventional and one-sided biographical portrait.
  47. The material being offered has been edited, composed, and made sentimental with the rigor of a political ad campaign.
  48. For most of the film's running time, one mistakes the main character's callousness for the filmmakers'.
  49. The doc adopts the viewpoint specifically of those who knew him best, and seeks to separate the person from the emblem.
  50. Jody Lee Lipes shapes the footage into an intimate symphony of poetically shaped bodies that contrast poignantly with uncertain faces.
  51. Kevin Costner scowls and darts around the dubious thin line between "racism" and un-sugarcoated "truthfulness" that only anti-P.C. wingnuts actually believe exists.
  52. The film delivers the same misogynistic, faux-modernistic jolts of trashy humor and labored plotting that typify the work of co-producer Michael Bay.
  53. It may channel the loose, adrenaline-fueled lives of pilots, but the film's inconsistent, often impassive study of this intriguing real-life adventure feels half-told.
  54. The characters shout themselves hoarse, but they don't really say anything, and it isn't long before we feel like hostages ourselves, bound by the filmmakers' strained moral outrage.
  55. Aleksei German's final film is choreographed with a Felliniesque social grandeur, but tethered to a neorealist's eye for detail and quotidian matters of social justice.
  56. The feeling here was perhaps intended to be impressionistic and elusive, but the result is instead rambling and unfocused.
  57. The action-movie pyrotechnics succeed only at reinforcing Simon West's macho bona fides and condescendingly forcing Jason Statham back into his wheelhouse.
  58. Girlhood is so keyed to the minutiae of its teenage protagonists' lives, it's as if the film can't stop itself from behaving like they do.
  59. The film splits its time evenly between half-heartedly pretending it's an allegory for our current war on terror and pretending that it's not.
  60. The camera regards Guzman's buttocks and Lopez's breasts with an evasion of visual pleasure that could be blamed on the actors' nudity clauses if the entirety of the film didn't resemble a Lifetime movie embarrassed to have found its way to theaters.
  61. When Xavier Dolan's tremendous empathy for the abandoned, medicated, and economically stressed is given full visual flight, it's easy to get lost in the rush.
  62. Philip Roth's original ending is cranked up to 11, flattening the more interesting contours of Al Pacino's performance into a martyr's desperate plea for an audience's love.
  63. As juvenile and frivolous a wish-fulfillment fantasy as one might expect from the visionary behind the lightsaber and Princess Leia hogtied to Jabba the Hut, Strange Magic depicts war as a series of scarcely muddied binary oppositions: between good and evil, the beautiful and the ugly, and singing and death by karaoke.
  64. The film is a study of grief that drowns in a cold bath of grim self-pity.
  65. An informative, if largely deferent, biographical documentary that tritely explains the ascendancy of Filipino boxer Manny Pacquiao.
  66. It's a quiet thud of a film, which embraces, with grace and precision, the nastiness of growing up with desire stuck in one's throat like a muffled scream.
  67. Peter Strickland charges full-tilt into the objectifying whims of his fantasies in order to somehow reach the other end of perception, which acknowledges the ultimate empathetic limitations of said fantasies.
  68. This snapshot of catharsis follows a familiar trajectory, but Kate Barker-Froyland refreshingly resists elevating her characters' relationship to the level of grandiose.
  69. The set pieces follow their own insane, unstoppable logic, with each new twist yielding its own outré surprises.
  70. The film has the requisite iconography of a crime thriller, but no investment in any of it.
  71. This big, brash, occasionally clever, but mostly dumb comedy is so gallingly derivative that watching it feels like playing a game of basic-cable bingo.
  72. Desiree Akhavan's tale of queer post-breakup funk shows more nuance, and racial dimension, than its cinematic cousins.
  73. This insane masterpiece shows the self-destructive properties of myth making and how they overlap with the downfall of a community damned from the beginning of time.
  74. Michael Mann's camera elegantly collapses the spaces between bodies and objects without sacrificing spatial coherence.
  75. Writer-director Andrea Pallaoro's feature-film debut isn't especially beholden to plot or dialogue, impressionistically shaping its story through pervasive silence.
  76. A chronicle the act of labor as both a universal function of life and a spectacle in itself.
  77. As much as the film is primarily a genre workout for director Kevin McDonald, the script makes room for a tough-minded, psychologically corrosive depiction of vengeance.
  78. Adam Rifkin's documentary convincingly portrays the sense of community fostered by Giuseppe Andrews's crazed passion.
  79. The film recalls its stylistic forbears at their best: flowing with whimsy, but never at the expense of the beating heart of its human (and animal) characters.
  80. Its fixation on life's quotidian aspects gives way to a less imaginative focus on an inevitable and overly familiar romance.
  81. Vice takes the basic premise from 1973's Westworld and morphs it into an incoherent slog.
  82. It's a comedy concerned with myopia that doesn't succumb to the self-obsessed pitfalls of that subject.
  83. Patrick Stewart's performance is practically an argument for Belber to jettison everything else and take the actor on the road as a one-man spoken-word act.
  84. Empowerment porn for those who long for the Cold War's clarity of purpose and American dominance in this murky age of terror.
  85. A movingly authentic exploration of a working-class milieu and the psychological and economic trauma that ripples through a town in the wake of a tragic accident.
  86. The film isn't so much about "the end of cinema" as it is about the people who abuse the medium and their subjects for their own political agenda.
  87. The film turns what at first seemingly appears as Kodak moments into a study of a soul in transition.
  88. At once a microcosmic expression of frustration and another of auto-critique, When Evening Falls devilishly recalls and riffs on seemingly shapeless conversations between its very small ensemble of characters without succumbing to soporific navel-gazing.
  89. The sobering quality that informs both the documentary's aesthetic and content largely suppresses any spontaneity or much-needed moments of levity.
  90. There's literally no way to miss the memo that It's All So Quiet is about dealing with the encroachment of death, as it's there in every scene.
  91. The moody lighting and the ubiquity of deciduous trees provide a canvas for bracing drama, but the film undoes itself by its desire to impart revelatory history lessons.
  92. Chockablock with instances of characters not shooting, running, attacking, or sneaking away when they can or should, this thriller comes off like the world's most rigged game.
  93. The cacophony of visions, broken mirrors, and mutilations only points to the ghost in the machine respecting The Craft as its spirit animal.
    • 61 Metascore
    • 38 Critic Score
    Cheery and happily empty-headed, the present-day subplot adds little but sentiment to a film shot through with cliché characters, a predictable plot, and undisguised reverence.
  94. Any pretense of satire collapses by the film's midpoint, leaving only the contempt.
  95. The film effectively underlines the one undertaking that time-travel fantasies can never truly allow: escape from ourselves.
  96. The film ends up cheapening its sense of empathy in its final mad rush to subject audiences to every incarnation of the jump scare imaginable.
  97. Whatever scant insight the prior films offered into Spain's waning Catholic belief has now been entirely replaced by fascist, cartoonish shows of wish-fulfillment prevarication.
  98. It resembles a satirical treatise of self-reflection, functioning simultaneously as a summation of Bruno Dumont's thematic interests over the previous two decades and as a bonkers remake of Humanité.

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