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
  1. 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.
  2. Frank Whaley never gives these characters a humanizing moment outside of their default personalities, which turns them into cartoon impressions of the worst of each class.
  3. Everything in the by-the-numbers script signals that Adam must transform himself from and abusive tyrant in the kitchen to the head of a loving and fully functional family.
  4. The film is frequently guilty of the same obsolescence it accuses the characters of embodying.
  5. The opposite of enlightenment, the film hides its anxieties behind a mélange of third-rate grit and playful xenophobia.
  6. Throughout, Sonja Bennett embodies slackness as an affectation, not a raw response to a culture of authenticity-killing productivity.
  7. The film's tired sentimentality aside, its general lack of empathy is most damning.
  8. A mostly laugh-free, paint-by-numbers approach to a pair of former pros vying for relevance as they enter, kicking and screaming, into their mid 30s.
  9. Throughout, Helen Hunt obsequiously tends to her character's evolution as a parent through a flagrant indulgence of sitcom-ish scenarios.
  10. With the film, director William Monahan offers audiences a bundle of fetishes dressed up as an existentialist thriller about the class system.
  11. Fifty Shades Darker takes the Dark Knight approach to franchise maintenance, taking pains to assure you that its protagonists are serious about their passions.
  12. It relays a story of police corruption that's transparently designed as a pitch for a feature-film adaptation.
  13. It perverts cinephilia by asserting that anyone who engages in criticism actually, deep down, wants to be a practicing artist.
  14. One senses that all of these kinds of documentaires are finally aggrandizing shrines made by artists trying to erect something out of nothing.
  15. Tim Blake Nelson's film immerses itself into as many pain-induced (and painful) subplots as it possibly can.
  16. Writer-director Andrew Renzi treats unfettered wealth as a hyperbolic playground through which to explore masculine insecurity.
  17. The film offers a veritable smorgasbord of dated, only-in-the-movies clichés about the debt-ridden working class.
  18. The film's subtitle is apropos, as this is a decidedly locked-down and lead-footed talk-o-rama.
  19. It finds its filmmaker completely lost between impulses to pay homage, play it safe, or offer something—anything—new.
  20. There's little here to suggest that the film is anything more than a hastily cobbled-together studio star vehicle.
  21. Though Will Ferrell has made a career out of his own debasement, the film quickly becomes too cruel to generate laughter for anyone who would empathize with him.
  22. Not merely rote, Boulevard is contemptible for a belief in its own stature as a daring attempt to parse through the minutia of its core relationship, where Nolan's uncertain sexuality would be terms enough to laud the film's provocative insights.
  23. The kind of wholly misconceived thriller that begs asking precisely what its filmmakers were seeking to accomplish.
  24. Its concern for the reclamation of identity is less important than the dull approximation of The Others' stark haunted-house atmospherics.
  25. The frequent contemptuousness the film displays toward its characters keeps the audience at arm's length.
  26. Jorge Michel Grau's ambitions are stalled by a screenplay that seems to have never made it past a first draft.
  27. Everything in Mikael Håfström's film is needlessly bloated to accommodate its status as an international, prestige production.
  28. Essentially a post-apocalyptic telenovela, it sanitizes the concept of sisterhood, and even womanhood.
  29. Most Nicholas Sparks adaptations say, in cinematic terms, nothing so complicated as "roses are red." This one just points to a garden and shrugs.
  30. The characters' marginalized social standing is less indicative of a real-life epidemic and more akin to window dressing.
  31. Schmaltzy, manipulative, and tonally schizophrenic, The Book of Henry is such a monumentally misguided venture that it ends up being oddly, if unintentionally, compelling.
  32. Godzilla and Kong’s brawls have the ennui-inducing feel of a child arbitrarily smashing action figures together.
  33. The Pinkberry solipsism of this particular franchise all but requires our heroine persist as a lovelorn martyr for her audience’s benefit.
  34. It doesn't trust the inherently complex material to speak for itself or care to consider its consequences beyond instances of manufactured, gut-wrenching immediacy.
  35. The Curse of Michael Myers’s supernatural angle is understandably its weakest link, seeing as it was the aspect of the film that test audiences disliked the most.
  36. The script labors to give the film a strong sense of place, but strange lapses confirm a sense that the city isn't a character here.
  37. It's symptomatic of the one-man-show form of polemical exposé that's come to dominate, and deteriorate, documentary practice.
  38. The film uses its critique of white privilege as a means to woo the legitimizing gaze of international audiences.
  39. Visually plain and ploddingly paced, My Little Pony: The Movie suggests four episodes of My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic smushed together with a Sia music video tacked on at the end.
  40. It inelegantly attempts to infuse a standard revenge western with the gravitas of a war veteran's coming-home odyssey.
  41. The film is unrepentantly cynical when it comes to the global business of warmongering, but proves unsurprisingly earnest when it comes to the lure of the American dream.
  42. For all the attempts to update King Arthur to be cool and sexy, neither the character nor the film around him musters any spark.
  43. Travis Zariwny detachedly regards the material as shtick to be waded through with quotation marks.
  44. Any of the film's attempts at moralizing are subsumed by Kevin Smith’s obsession with taking aim at his critics.
  45. It joylessly coopts the hoariest stylistic tics and narrative tropes from your run-of-the-mill 1990s thriller.
  46. The Snowman is missing so much basic connective tissue as to be rendered almost completely inexplicable.
  47. Relevant facts about each character are dutifully punched out, in earnest speeches or actions that are often wildly overdrawn.
  48. Nothing more than leftwing exploitation cinema, a cheap thriller dressed up in the guise of a social-justice exposé.
  49. The film is premised on a radical act that it buries beneath a grueling avalanche of quirk.
  50. It largely fails to animate Christine Chubbuck's inner turmoil, focusing instead on broad, blunt externalities.
  51. Clea DuVall crafts an entire film out of aborted attempts at a revelation that feel completely anodyne.
  52. The film is overrun with characters, but it's less interested in their identity than their plasticity.
  53. This enterprise is so listless that one can't even work up a proper head of self-righteous steam over the spooky Native American clichés that drive the plot.
  54. The film's very design turns out to be a whimpered bark followed by a toothless bite.
  55. All the narrative hopscotching is little more than a superficial ploy to gussy up a clichéd redemption tale.
  56. The film is committed to the sort of broad strokes that reduce a great artist's life to a spectacle of self-pity.
  57. Its clunky incidents of exposition leave us with no real understanding of what anyone is thinking or feeling.
  58. Life, an incredibly square and familiar studio product, baits and switches on two disappointing propositions, moving swiftly from something expectedly cliché to something dismayingly derivative.
  59. Most of the film's characters are unconvincing, flattened out by Charlie's self-focused lens.
    • 53 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    Eva Husson's controversy-courting debut is neither as lewdly subversive or as raucously debauched as its provocative title.
  60. Julio Medem's film has enough hanky-courting plot mechanics for three remakes of Beaches.
  61. The film is so humorless and in love with its own obviousness that it grows laughable.
  62. The fourth film in the Insidious franchise, directed by Adam Robitel, is lazy and sometimes even loathsome.
  63. Jin Mo-young fetishizes his subjects' wholly modest behaviors as cute manifestations of a pure form of human interaction.
  64. The film’s vision of Christmas is so insipid and lifeless, it’s hard to see why the Grinch would even bother to steal it.
  65. This isn’t an adaptation of a video game so much as an adaptation of a video game’s tutorial level.
  66. Each of Table 19‘s faint glimmers of grace are overwhelmed by elements of general spatial and narrative incompetence.
  67. Every incident in the film is a time-bidding maneuver, completely and unimaginatively untethered from logic.
  68. The film, whose disparate narrative threads unsurprisingly never connect, drowns in weirdness for its own sake.
  69. It attempts to dress up torture-porn tropes with a late-inning switch to science fiction that spectacularly backfires.
  70. Bruce Beresford's film is remarkable for how it manages to indulge so many offensive and shopworn clichés at once.
  71. Its bid for social correctness does nothing to make the juvenile and numbing fixation on brutality any more palatable.
  72. The film veers almost at random from ghost story to family drama to erotic thriller to black comedy.
  73. Christian Carion's film shamelessly wrings excitement from the recreation of violent ideological conflict.
  74. The film’s default state is an ambient inertia that gestures vaguely in multiple directions without concerning itself with the hard work of constructing an argument, a convincing milieu, or even a compelling mood.
  75. It isn't until its final moments that Lady Macbeth turns into the kind of meaningless, mean-spirited, and proudly irredeemable non-character study that likens it to, say, last year's emptily foreboding Childhood of a Leader.
  76. Mute is so slow and arbitrarily over-plotted that it's difficult to believe that Jones also directed the spry and enjoyable Moon and Source Code.
  77. Gonzalo López-Gallego's direction isn't confident enough to allow us to ignore The Hollow Point's contrivances.
  78. Walt Disney’s Mulan remake perfunctorily recycles the worst aspects of the 1998 animated version and roundly fails to convincingly execute the few deviations that it does attempt.
  79. Nearly everything in Taylor Hackford's tin-eared comedy is as ersatz as the Robert De Diro character's rage is real.
  80. For a film about such a singular profession, Life on the Line offers surprisingly little insight into linemen's day-to-day labor.
  81. Throughout the film's three interconnected stories, Jim O'Hanlon favors the blunt, maudlin manipulations of Crash.
  82. Its main character's transformation isn't significant enough to justify her complete redemption in the eyes of those around her.
  83. What the film embodies, unfortunately, the listlessness of its slacker characters.
  84. Sleight never shows much interest in exploring how blackness can inform its genre's tropes.
  85. The viewer anticipates satire from such a sociologically loaded premise, but director Simon Verhoeven and co-writers Matthew Ballen and Philip Koch predictably utilize Facebook for the purpose of superficially spit-shining another wanly Americanized J-horror retread.
  86. The film attempts a tone of tragic understatement that registers instead as flat, plodding, and underfelt.
  87. The truly depressing thing about a thriller as undercoocked as Unforgettable is its failure to fly on dark fantasy.
  88. More conspicuous than its rote melodrama is the way the film elides the concurrent genocide of ethnic Armenians by Ottoman forces.
  89. Throughout, the film's tone vacillates jarringly between corny, broad humor and unrestrained treacle.
  90. An empty exercise in imitative long-take aestheticism, A Ghost Story fills its distractingly round-cornered frame with endless repetitions on a visual gag.
  91. The film evokes nothing more strongly than a live-action adaptation of a Crate and Barrel catalog.
  92. The film has absolutely no interest in the dilemmas or after-effects of war and occupation.
  93. The Institute seems constantly on the verge of dipping into spoof, though of what exactly is difficult to say.
  94. A welter of dissonant intentions, the film fails to seamlessly intertwine its elements of realism and fantasy.
  95. In none of its manifestations is grief as tidy and meticulously arranged as in Eric D. Howell's film.
  96. Like the teenagers at its center, Hot Summer Nights tries too hard to look cooler than it ever could be.
  97. The final act's full-tilt embrace of action effectively undermines Tom Hardy's flashes of actorly idiosyncrasy.
  98. As the plot mechanically moves through Jesus’s greatest hits, the narrative focuses less and less on Mary Magdalene until her life feels completely beside the point.
  99. With its dull mixture of indifferently staged exposition and action, it suggests a primitive side-scrolling video game.

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