Slant Magazine's Scores

For 7,772 reviews, this publication has graded:
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  • 3% same as the average critic
  • 64% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 6.3 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:
7772 movie reviews
    • 58 Metascore
    • 38 Critic Score
    Ultimately, the film is unable to overcome the mundanity of its simple, overly familiar scenario.
  1. The film utilizes a trendy issue as window dressing for a tedious and delusional exploitation film-slash-museum piece.
  2. Julia Hart drains the crime film genre of its macho bluster without replacing it with anything.
  3. Because its focus is so split, the film lacks the pervasive sense of danger one expects from a spy thriller.
  4. Heidi Ewing’s tale of immigration and deportation afflicting the lives of a Mexican gay couple flashes its reason for being at every turn.
  5. There’s a self-reflexivity to the game’s artifact-y textures that’s lost in this film adaptation, where the finely detailed look of just about everything says nothing in itself about the endless possibilities of a digital world’s malleability.
  6. If it weren’t so airless, it’d be easier to appreciate Fatman a character study of Santa’s midlife woes.
  7. Once you get past the faux-provocation of the film’s title, it’s difficult to tell what ideologies the filmmakers are trying to skewer.
  8. Jamie Dornan is a stiff whom Jon Hamm immediately upstages, and this dynamic underscores why the film is so tedious and unsatisfying.
  9. Nicolas Cage’s amusing turn as a kooky hermit with an affinity for newspaper hats often feels awkwardly spliced into the film.
    • 66 Metascore
    • 38 Critic Score
    What could have been a profound study of grief and psychological trauma is diluted with needless structural and stylistic obfuscation.
  10. The film’s evocative imagery doesn’t compensate for the story being told with such a heavy hand that it dulls, rather than sharpens, Justin Chon’s urgent political message.
  11. No Man’s Land mostly suggests a performance of allyship on the filmmakers’ part.
  12. Expending so much energy anticipating our avenues of interpretation, Malcolm & Marie leaves us with little to interpret.
  13. The film’s arguments against endless war end up seeming more than a bit disingenuous, especially given how much time it spends glorifying the actions and morality of those who help buoy ongoing American occupation of foreign nations.
  14. Time and again, the film shortchanges the human elements of its stories for drug stats that can be Googled in a matter of seconds.
  15. Best exemplified by its fixation on culottes, the film never feels like more than a half-formed in-joke between close friends.
  16. The film makes no attempt to embody the themes that form the core of Annie Ernaux’s story in its aesthetics.
  17. The Eyes of Tammy Faye mostly plays out as a showcase for Jessica Chastain to bring as much emotional sturm und drang to the woman as she lurches between various states of turmoil.
  18. The film half-heartedly teeters between a kinetic action thriller and something a little more low-key.
  19. The shadow of Risky Business looms large, and distractingly, over Manuel Crosby and Darren Knapp’s film.
  20. The film’s masterful prologue writes a check that the remainder of this very long, very indulgent film labors mightily to cash.
  21. The film lacks for the empathy, curiosity, and sense of humor that are the defining characteristics of the Smiths’s music.
  22. The film misses the opportunity for a suspenseful interweaving of sports spectatorship and its characters’ high-stakes gambits.
  23. Writer-director Evan Spiliotopoulos barely capitalizes on the luridly sacrilegious implications of the film’s premise.
  24. The film lacks for the methodically escalating stakes that makes the best examples of the genre so entertaining.
  25. By paring their story down so much, the filmmakers only end up highlighting just how little it contains.
  26. Like District 9, the film is a genre outing with big ideas that’s more committed to the power of arsenals and pyrotechnics.
  27. The reality of Nazi Germany and its looming atrocities feels as if it exists only beyond the edges of the film’s frame.
  28. With an overload of winking, Kay Cannon’s Cinderella displays a contemptuous attitude toward fairy tales in general.
  29. Throughout, it’s difficult to sort the contrivances that writer-director Jason William Lee is parodying from those he’s indulging.
  30. The film has a rather perfunctory feel, as if it were unwilling to go all in on its ludicrous concept.
  31. The film spins a soapy yet dramatically inert and often tone-deaf yarn about societal rejection and female empowerment in the wetlands of North Carolina.
  32. Perhaps the fairest description of Stallone’s performance is that it’s only as one-note as the material, his stern tough-guy muttering and grimacing just about right for a screenplay that feels like it’s been plucked out of a dustbin left untouched since 1995.
  33. Valérie Lemercier’s film feels at once like a vanity project for its maker and a glorified fan tribute.
  34. Kate will leave you wishing that its narrative possessed the same attention to detail as its elaborately violent action set pieces.
  35. The film’s largely painful humor is informed by the mistaken belief that the main characters’ criminal enterprise is inherently quirky.
  36. With his Deception, Arnaud Desplechin renders one of a great author’s slighter works titanic by comparison.
  37. The film charts Louis Wain’s slow, long mental breakdown in ways that tackily oscillate between the pitying and the whimsical.
  38. Birds of Paradise lacks the nuance and finesse needed for its story to really take flight.
  39. Together’s dramaturgy perfectly, if unintentionally, underscores the suffocating nature of pandemic living.
  40. Zeros and Ones is the unwelcome spectacle of a bad boy attempting to apologize for his badness.
  41. The film comes to feel like a parody of a possession flick rather than a straightforward replication of the genre’s tropes.
  42. The film is a pointlessly complicated house of cards that crumbles due to its own hollowness.
  43. Don’t Worry Darling has the swing-for-the-fences ambition that should have at least made it a noble and compelling folly, but its repetitiveness frustratingly undercuts its grandiosity.
  44. The film insists so forcefully that J.R. has lived a topsy-turvy, singular life that it abandons a potentially more rewarding approach of foregrounding how relatable many of his moments of self-discovery really are.
  45. The film’s approach is completely subsumed by the importance of the Mayor Pete persona as the means and ends of the candidacy.
  46. Great auntie to waking nightmare movies about distaff insanity as diverse as Images, 3 Women, A Woman Under the Influence, and Mulholland Drive, Let’s Scare Jessica to Death spends 90 minutes tapping lightly but incessantly on its heroine’s fragile sanity, as though it were some sort of Fabergé S&M model egg.
  47. Rather than thoughtfully reflect on post-collegiate ennui and disillusionment, the film settles for erecting a monument to its main character’s awesomeness.
  48. Sharp Stick shows that Lena Dunham’s preference for solipsistic protagonists with boundary issues has its limitations.
  49. Mariama Diallo’s film never seems to fully buy into its horror trappings and ends up treating its characters as avatars for multiple grievances.
  50. The ham-handed allegorical construction, generically titled characters, and self-serious tone in its final third drains the story of the specificity that might have resulted in a more incisive critique of the perils of perfectionism.
  51. Ultimately, the film tries so hard to do so much that it doesn’t end up doing any of it particularly well.
  52. This new Firestarter is an almost anachronistically short production whose elements just sit there like mishandled kindling.
  53. After a brilliantly constructed opening, Dario Argento’s film gives the impression only of a giallo doodle.
  54. The film’s rote action-movie plotting is calibrated in a ponderously straight-faced way so as to give it some semblance of gravity.
  55. The primacy that it places on its dopamine drip of dread undercuts whatever genuine commitment it might have toward mental illness and trauma.
  56. The Line isn’t without its moments of genuine beauty, but it’s difficult to shake that its distinct lack of a clear story hasn’t given enough space to the characters.
  57. Hustle doesn’t really seem to know who its characters are, much less how they fit into the complicated web of sports, media, and finance that defines the NBA.
  58. The film frustratingly shrouds Nicholas Cage’s manic intensity in thick blankets of winking irony.
  59. Peter Sollett’s coming-of-age comedy betrays rather than upholds the values of the very kids it wants to revere.
  60. Throughout, Barbarians oscillates between smugness and apprehensiveness about the film that it’s trying to be.
  61. Throughout, Efron seems almost determined to wipe away the last vestiges of his youthful looks.
  62. Martin Campbell’s film never shakes off its familiarity, and as such seems destined to, well, be lost to public memory.
  63. Ultimately, She Said is more concerned with eliciting the audience’s admiration than its understanding, its compassion, or even simply its interest.
  64. Ultimately, it’s the filmmakers’ insistence on both subverting the expectations of the family Christmas film and upholding them that leaves Violent Night feeling like it wants to have its Christmas cookies and eat them too.
  65. It has the unfortunate effect of being a movie that seems stuck on a Broadway stage.
  66. Jamie Sisley’s film looks at its serious subject matter through a maudlin lens.
    • 46 Metascore
    • 38 Critic Score
    The film feels like it’s content to check off to-do notes and scratch the viewer’s nostalgia itch.
  67. The Gray Man is a noisy, flashy spectacle that piles clichés atop ludicrous plotting and sprinkles it all with half-funny quips, all in the hope of bulldozing the audience into submission.
  68. There are clichés and then there are only clichés, and Firebird is suffocated by them.
  69. The film proves again that the modern-day veneration of Jane Austen as the patron saint of the rom-com is also an act of simplification.
  70. The film signals that Alejandro G. Iñárritu, perhaps, is unable to push the limits of his own artistic expression.
    • 66 Metascore
    • 38 Critic Score
    The film rarely articulates the book's ideas with any real sense of the outside world without resorting to the easy exaggerations that Don DeLillo peddled in the name of satire, which, while maybe fresh back in 1985, ring completely hollow today.
  71. Unlike One Cut of the Dead, Michel Hazanavicius’s similar ode to low-budget resourcefulness often rings false.
  72. In simplistic and self-congratulatory fashion, the film renders its main character as a sort of feminist crusader who undermines the sexist traditions of her time.
  73. The film suggests a gene splice of a slasher flick and supernatural horror. But as enticing as that combination may sound, André Øvredal’s rendering of it is as bland and listless as the blues and grays that dominate the film’s color palette.
  74. The film subjects its main characters to one indignity after another, and to such a suffocating degree that it crosses the line between representation and exploitation.
  75. As Champions tediously veers between the increasingly rote narrative beats of an inspirational sports story and a love story of opposites attract, it further stresses its own archaic qualities with a consciously anachronistic soundtrack that includes Chumbawamba’s “Tubthumping,” EMF’s “Unbelievable,” and Outkast’s “Hey Ya.”
  76. Quantumania feels less the start of a new phase of Marvel films than a tired retread of adventures we’ve already been on.
  77. Where Jonathan Demme’s Rachel Getting Married completely immersed viewers in the sometimes messy intimacies of family, My Mother’s Wedding feels more like a stage production that forgot to include its first act.
  78. There’s an emptiness to Helena Wittmann’s Human Flowers of Flesh that no amount of striking cinematography, thematic suggestion, and allusions to Jean Painlevé can disguise.
  79. Slumberland lacks the sense of danger that Winsor McCay liberally infused into his stories.
  80. The film often feels like one of the corpses in its story: cold, lifeless, and without a heart.
  81. With The Whale, Darren Aronofsky brings a hollow sense of dignity to his schematic brand of cinematic misery porn.
  82. This Little Mermaid feels more or less like two-hour-plus cosplay with the texture and gravitas of a Disneyland sideshow.
    • 64 Metascore
    • 38 Critic Score
    The film, a shabby account of the story behind the story, muddles its themes and only superficially conveys the importance of the historical insights it contains.
  83. Last Flight Home is an anguished therapy session disguised as a meditation on life and death.
  84. The film is so toothless that its protagonist is ultimately about as forbidding as a warm hug.
  85. The film proceeds as a jumble of poorly sketched backstories and subplots, half-hearted topical references, and tepid fan service.
  86. Skinamarink is confidently made, and certain upside-down images are especially creepy, but its spell is broken by its sheer, ungodly slowness, which springs from a paucity of ideas.
  87. Consecration ends up not just gimmicky but derivative of Christopher Smith’s own prior work.
  88. The film’s depiction of the fear and uncertainty of motherhood gives in to monotony.
  89. The film presents Amy Winehouse’s demise with a sad shrug, as one of those tragic things that just sort of happens.
  90. Flora and Son is far more invested in making its characters likable and cute rather than risking audience sympathies.
  91. When It Melts is a film that lives and dies on the games that it plays with audiences.
  92. Hunt Her, Kill Her simply isn’t tight enough to maintain the tension that it seeks to create.
  93. There’s a riveting story somewhere here about the crumbling of the Soviet Union and the stranglehold of capitalism on ’80s culture, but Tetris never quite locates it.
  94. The film doesn’t have a clear opinion on its main subject and the scourge of misogyny in media.
  95. The fatal flaw of the film is that it genuinely believes in the discreet charm of the bourgeoisie.

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