Slant Magazine's Scores

For 7,772 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 6.3 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. 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.
  2. Its pastiche of Into the Spider-Verse is revealed to be nothing more than window dressing.
  3. A film so overworked to ensure mass-market appeal that it loses the charming oddness and loose goofiness that has allowed these characters to endure.
  4. Julio Medem's film has enough hanky-courting plot mechanics for three remakes of Beaches.
  5. If there’s an ethos that Justin Dec’s film believes in, it’s only that “death sucks.”
  6. Aside from the red stuff, the film is scarcely interested in what’s inside its characters.
  7. This Means War seems so concerned with being the best product, it doesn't even know how to be good trash.
  8. If only everyone else had followed John Travolta’s lead, then the film might have lived up to its title.
  9. That's My Boy lazily exists in a fantasyland of Adam Sandler's perpetual adolescence, even as it generates some moderate comic friction from Sandler and Andy Samberg's testy back-and-forth.
  10. Renny Harlin seems now incapable of taking a movie even as far as a few frames.
  11. Yoav Factor can't decide whether he wants to play his broad scenario as an exaggerated farce or as a heartwarming testament to blood ties.
  12. In its elliptical presentation of its characters' lives, brings to mind the latter-day films of Philippe Garrel, but Kees Van Oostrum's genre experimentation aligns him with Paul Verhoeven.
  13. The film's tired sentimentality aside, its general lack of empathy is most damning.
  14. Silent Night, Deadly Night brought the idea to new levels of cold sleaziness.
  15. At a time when Americans are constantly bombarded with reports of unpunished police brutality, the film suggests that the true problem with justice in our country is that law enforcement isn't violent enough.
  16. As sure as marijuana gets you high, you can count on weed-themed comedies cropping up every few years, each hoping to become a stoner-classic staple--a fate to which High School falls far short of achieving.
  17. The film's weird reformulation of the Electra complex is nothing short of a sexist fantasy of salvation.
  18. The film is so clichéd and scattershot as to make Copycat look like Peeping Tom by comparison.
  19. It feeds the warrior fantasies of adolescent boys with a testosterone-heavy tale of a war free of moral complications.
  20. This is didactic self-help drivel of the worst kind, as filmmaker Rupam Sarmah creates a return-to-the-origin narrative contaminated by what Kathryn Bond Stockton would surely call "kid Orientalism."
  21. The filmmakers only bother to lay out comedic set pieces that are simply family-friendly big-budget variations on Jackass stunts.
  22. After a promising entrapment scene that offers some casually eerie narrative details, the film collapses, lurching awkwardly between a variety of tones and intentions.
  23. The film advances that old Hollywood trope: Blacks can't get justice unless whites are willing to get it for them.
  24. Simon Pegg occasionally fulfills the nightmarish potential of the film’s fairy-tale premise.
  25. Dan Stevens navigates the film’s literal and thematic alleyways with the same enthusiastic befuddlement that convinced many to soldier through Legion‘s more impenetrable stretches.
  26. Sloppy and haphazard where it should be calculatedly chaotic, it can't ever seem to settle on an appropriate tone.
  27. There's no deliberate Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2-style comedy to the film, just dim-witted gruesomeness retrofitted with gimmicky contemporary trappings.
  28. The only thing that could've made Sofia Vergara's misguided contribution grislier would have been to fellate a Chiquita banana.
  29. The film is essentially toothless, but it never stoops to humorless torture-porn theatrics.
  30. The film is far too indulgent with its lead character to do more than hint at the ways that one form of male egotism can morph into another.
  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. While the male characters are certainly not presented as models of enlightened behavior, their antics and crises are indulged in a manner not extended to their female counterparts.
  33. The cacophony of visions, broken mirrors, and mutilations only points to the ghost in the machine respecting The Craft as its spirit animal.
  34. A Dark Truth is one of those unfortunate projects whose component parts are immediately at odds with one another.
  35. Complicating Sophie Turner's character would have allowed the film to feel as if it had more on its mind than pulling the rug out from under us.
  36. Fantasy is heavily dependent on vision, which Mark Helprin had in spades, but the look of Akiva Goldsman's fantasy is limp, timid, and occasionally outright awkward.
  37. Strands of Simon Pegg's amiable persona are found in the film's more tolerable bits, but even this seasoned vet's unique voice is lost amid the glut of references to other work.
  38. 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.
  39. Artemis Fowl concocts an adventure that requires its privileged hero to go virtually nowhere, physically or emotionally. As if he ordered it on Instacart, conflict is simply dropped off on his front stoop, and all he has to do is throw on some shoes and sunglasses to pick it up.
  40. There's nothing inherently flawed about this nomadic and potentially life-affirming narrative, but Rosenbaum manages to instill every moment on the road with a sense of shrill conventionality.
  41. The remake gets bogged down by a superfluous, hackneyed backstory and narrative threads that are conspicuous for their lack of emotional gravitas, causing the film to feel like a wheel-spinning exercise.
  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. Expositional and often self-serious to the point of genuine awkwardness, the dialogue is never as haltingly unconvincing as when it's attempting to give some approximation of Alex Cross's essential looseness and good humor.
  44. As characters endlessly digress on the differences between rom-coms and real life, the film evinces a schizophrenic relationship with its own inside-baseball cynicism.
    • 30 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    Many films are saved in the editing room, but how many are ruined there?
  45. As the film moves from one musical performance to another, the result increasingly feels like a series of celebrity impersonations set to a best-of-punk compilation album.
  46. The film is subsumed by the unshakable sense that Jared Leto is intended to make Martin Zandvliet's take on the yakuza underworld more palatable for American audiences.
  47. A safe, laugh-free exercise that gets to have its fun, such as it is, because it's all in the service of the most conservative notions of domestic normality.
  48. The affectionate humanism that typically laces Simon Pegg's postmodern self-awareness is missing from Kriv Stenders's film.
  49. The film is like an episode of Gossip Girl that's mistaken itself for one of the great satires by Evelyn Waugh.
  50. It conveys life experience to such a sentimentalized degree that the world comes to resemble only the sham of a Norman Rockwell painting.
  51. 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.
  52. There's nothing behind its contemptible eyes, no spine to house the fading diode that once contained a soul.
  53. Danny Baron's film awkwardly melds Bollywood romcom tropes with a half-hearted critique of the GMO industry.
  54. Bille August's film is a protracted, soporific trip into Portuguese history that would like to be a romantic thriller.
  55. Daniel Augusto relies on familiar tropes pertaining to the sexy, rebellious rock-star artist who does things his own way.
  56. At its best, Alfonso Pineda Ulloa’s film gleefully embodies the grungy spirit of classic exploitation cinema.
  57. What with the film's cotton-candy mise en the scene, rhyming goblins (“Mortal world turned to ice/Here be goblin paradise”), sexless pixies and elementary light/dark metaphors that reference the order of its universe, Legend is a gothic fairy tale brought to life.
  58. At its worst, the film dangerously repackages the queer experience using language invented by those originally deployed to break it apart.
  59. The House's limp comedic pieces are only sporadically enlivened by a game cast.
  60. The filmmakers play Catherine's disgustingly narcissistic sense of entitlement as endemic to the supposedly girl-next-door charms befitting the film's thoroughly normative gender politics.
  61. Like the show, this boring, lazy, clumsily staged, overly lit, unnecessarily 3D-ed contraption even culminates with some half-hearted moral hectoring-in this case, the togetherness of the Smurfs works to validate heteronormative values.
    • 30 Metascore
    • 12 Critic Score
    The film is so in love with its unoriginal premise that it can't see the forest for the trees, treating reality like an occasionally relevant prop and stalking as a sweetly romantic gesture.
  62. The horny teenagers all seem like banal, plastic, eager-to-please refugees from a sitcom, desperately hoping with their every line of dialogue for a canned laugh.
  63. Brian Pestos’s flair for go-for-broke zaniness transmutes what might otherwise have been a lump of self-indulgent clichés into gold.
  64. Shana Feste's film seems blissfully unaware that great fights require truly substantial conflicts.
  65. This is less a movie than a dutiful renewal of a recognizable title's licensing rights.
    • 30 Metascore
    • 12 Critic Score
    Writer-director Todd Rohal fills muddled scenes with manic amounts of jokes that all manage to land with a thud.
  66. Though it has the requisite murder every 10 minutes or so (including victims snapped in half and punched through the heart, and a triple decapitation), Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives feels more like a harbinger for the Scream series with its self-aware jokiness.
  67. The film is sstrictly a high-tech spin on one of those Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark.
  68. It's monumentally terrible. "Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son" now has competition for worst picture of the year.
  69. Most contracts are negotiated with John Hancocks, but in She Hate Me, deals are sealed with hot lesbian action. Spike, get a clue.
  70. It aims for a sense of soulful introspection that instead comes off as an unwitting parody of languid indie conventions.
  71. The film portrays parenting as the death of manhood, a final surrender to the castrating effects of domesticity.
  72. It adds up to a methodically bland, intellectually sluggish exercise in guilt-tripping that's nonetheless still more interested in its rich and sexy characters than the supposed unfortunates.
  73. The movie adds up to little more than an interminable bildungsroman, sunk early and often by the desperately miscast Spencer Lofranco.
  74. 13
    The filmmakers are so generally clueless about getting the most out of a provocative concept that it's like running into a subtextual brick wall.
  75. Never once does it project an intuitive understanding of how humans would behave or react in the midst of such a shattering misfortune.
  76. Coming across as a promotional showcase for a gaggle of young up-and-coming singer-actors, Don't Go in the Woods tethers together numerous indie-rock musical numbers with a backwoods-horror-film framework that's the definition of an afterthought.
  77. Pierre Morel's first feature film set in the United States is brainless propaganda for the MAGA market.
  78. As one incoherent action scene follows another, one's left staring at a film with nothing to respond to, waiting for it all to be over.
  79. Rather than capture truly pained souls tangled in exuberant horror tropes, the filmmakers settle for retrograde anguish and warmed-over artistry.
    • 29 Metascore
    • 75 Critic Score
    It’s a fine swan song for Ashby.
    • 29 Metascore
    • 25 Critic Score
    Trade of Innocents is as much a piece of social-justice campaigning as it is a work unto itself, an important fact to remember when considering its many flaws.
  80. Speculation is futile, as plausible, worthwhile answers are the last things Answers to Nothing is prepared to give. Not that you really cared anyway.
  81. Remarkably, the highlight of Benson Lee's film, essentially a fiction reboot of his Planet B-Boy, isn't the scene where Chris Brown gets punched in the face.
  82. The film desperately tries to convince us that it’s peeling back the layers of the Weeknd’s persona in order to show you what’s really going on inside his head. But, in defiance of Anima’s wishes, Hurry Up Tomorrow lacks the honesty to confront what’s there.
  83. Josh Heald's script takes the easy way out, ending the film with a torrent of slapdash sentimentality.
  84. Drive Hard is the action-film equivalent of one of those folks who relentlessly speak of having it tough all over as they plan their third yearly vacation.
  85. The film crams in jokes long past the point of relevance and often to outright distraction, if not annoyance.
  86. The political dynamic that underpins The Rules of the Game is nonexistent in 1st Night, which is fixated entirely on the zany sexcapades of its characters.
  87. There's a sinister, even insidious quality to a film that insists upon using incessant food montages not as a source of passion, but fodder for class-based self-congratulation.
  88. The film quickly settles into a depressingly one-note groove as a culture-clashing circus act.
  89. A welter of dissonant intentions, the film fails to seamlessly intertwine its elements of realism and fantasy.
  90. It culminates in a weepy climax that verifies its status as a proud hunk of propaganda from America's massive self-help industry.
  91. The film presents its scattershot cop-movie tropes in earnest, as if, like hurricanes, they were natural, unavoidable phenomena.
  92. Beginning of the Great Revival is muddled, all right, but it's the helter-skelter speed at which it ticks off names and incidents, both in hopelessly confused action and on-screen text, that seems nearly unprecedented.
  93. Any masochistic joy that can be derived from watching the film owes to seeing it take its bullheaded conceit to its logical, artless extreme.
  94. Even permitting that the movie's setup counts almost by default as one of Nicholas Sparks's more complicated scenarios, that makes his failure to draw up compelling, flawed, human characters all the more conspicuous.
  95. The film may be too preposterous to take seriously, but at least writer-director Aram Rappaport trains his sights on the right enemies.

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