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| Lowest review score: | A Life Less Ordinary |
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Keith Phipps
Craven's name doesn't appear anywhere in the credits of the film otherwise known as They. That's fitting, too, since even the worst Craven-directed movies have a lot more going for them than this painfully familiar bit of oogum-boogum.- The A.V. Club
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Estela Bravo's disgraceful documentary Fidel could have been financed by the man himself.- The A.V. Club
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Debrauwer's characterization is as sharp and incisive as a butter knife.- The A.V. Club
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Noel Murray
Their attempts at wit seem forced, and the overall point of each installment is too minor to spend nearly 30 minutes exploring.- The A.V. Club
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Despite her healthy fan base, Notorious C.H.O. looks like the dead-end to a limited repertoire.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Even if the time were somehow right for a madcap comedy about terrorists, What To Do In Case Of Fire would still look pretty lousy.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Looks like a video-game promo, has a story that plays like the fifth episode of a struggling syndicated action show, and feels like a headache waiting to happen.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
A tone of lurid idiocy permeates Trapped, a Z-grade woman-in-peril thriller starring scenery-chewing Kevin Bacon.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Never good, Crush takes a turn for the worse when it takes a turn for the serious. Its attempt to drop cartoon comedy for cartoon tragedy essentially thrusts the characters from Cathy into the panels of Mary Worth.- The A.V. Club
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Major characters drop in and out of sight, WWII begins and ends without much fanfare, and full decades pass in the space of a few cuts.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Only those attracted to "Waterworld" or "Last Action Hero" level big-budget disasters need bother with this one.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Big Fat Liar's screenplay, co-written by Robbins and fellow Head Of The Class alumnus Dan Schneider, is a model of comic inefficiency. Like a Rube Goldberg contraption, it goes to excruciating, wildly implausible lengths for the flimsiest of payoffs.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Either a thoroughly incomprehensible movie or a daring exercise in the cinema of disorientation, and a painful viewing experience either way.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Relies on the most time-tested basic moves of farce for laughs that just don't come.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
It's hard to fathom what they intended for this forgettable group of lonelyhearts, other than to choreograph a whopping 14 happy endings at once--all of them forced, none of them earned.- The A.V. Club
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It's like a cross between "Heathers" and "Waiting For Guffman," had those movies been made by morons, for morons, and the cinematic equivalent of cow-tipping, only less graceful.- The A.V. Club
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It's not the implausibility of its plot, the shallowness of its characters, its funereal pace, its tenuous understanding of teenage behavior, its commercial-ready TV-movie-style direction, or the fact that Pfeiffer and Williams may be the most implausible Italian-Americans since James Caan -- the film is most undone by its near-complete lack of genuine drama.- The A.V. Club
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Spears is filmed and costumed in such a harsh, unflattering manner that it looks like Christina Aguilera bribed the crew to make her rival look as hideous as possible. Spears' ubiquity has spawned an inevitable backlash, but the awful Crossroads ought to do more harm to her career than even the most powerful Britney-basher.- The A.V. Club
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Extreme Ops seems to have only the slightest grasp of its own absurdity (or its own horribleness), which makes it almost charming.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Anyone older than eight is likely to find it a ridiculously extravagant exercise in stupidity.- The A.V. Club
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Includes a few half-hearted ironies about how people are really serving dogs, not the other way around, but even those gags are cribbed from a retired Seinfeld routine.- The A.V. Club
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It doesn't help that, at 80 or so minutes, it feels like there's a reel missing—you know, the one with the finale that's even slightly more pulse-pounding than any of the four or five other scenes in which the big, impressive-looking monster attacks the heroes as their legs dangle in the water.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Garai's flowery, overwritten narration proves irritating in the movie's first half, then unfortunately sets the tone for a fatal second-half descent into soap operatics, dippy dialogue, and airless melodrama.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Mean-spirited and stagy where "Psycho Beach Party" was cinematic and charming, Die, Mommie, Die recycles gags from Busch's screenwriting debut--from transparently phony rear projection to a character's crippling constipation--and the law of diminishing returns kicks in pretty hard.- The A.V. Club
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A mess, a poorly paced, poorly structured, lukewarm comedy-drama that fails even to capitalize on the cheap nostalgia inherent in its plot.- The A.V. Club
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The Big Hit goes beyond the call of duty in terms of hateful, crass exploitation.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Torque has a sense of humor about itself, but the laughs stick in the throat.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
A singularly uncharismatic leading man, the paunchy, expressionless, frequently inarticulate Sigel makes an unintentionally comic impression as a character named, naturally, Beans.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
There's "so bad it's good," but there's also "just plain bad," and Skeleton's pre-processed shittiness spoils the fun.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Myers returns as his menagerie of repulsive characters, but this time, his frantic mugging feels more like an insipid parlor trick than ever.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Celebrity is a waste, a tedious and depressingly routine film by a filmmaker on a steep, possibly permanent artistic decline.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Beloved has an almost gut-wrenching quality to it. But the same can't be said for the movie overall--it's a noble, ambitious failure, but a failure nonetheless.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
There's not a relationship in He Got Game that feels right, especially the one between Washington and Allen, and if that doesn't work, neither does the film.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Perhaps Lee took a look at the script -- saw all the jokes about diarrhea, pubic lice, drunk old ladies, and drugged gravy, and thought, "Why bother?" Looking at the final results, it's hard to feel any other way.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Sadly, it's yet another intercultural mishmash that hopes for its iconic star's charisma to overcome a dire script, cardboard characters, indifferently directed action scenes, and an atrocious villain buried under layers of unconvincing old-man makeup.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
There's hardly a character, plot twist, or musical theme in the whole enterprise that isn't primed to go straight for the tear ducts, as if Johnson assumes that his audience is incapable of mounting a defense.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
In the midst of this comic black hole, only Snoop Dogg and Method Man emerge unscathed, as even material this bad can't mask their languid, long-limbed charisma.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
It essentially uses the setup of an early Dick short story as a bookend to one long, dull chase scene.- The A.V. Club
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Urban Legend has an undeniably clever premise, which plays on a sort of cultural mythology shared by the filmmakers and the ostensibly media-savvy audience, but it fails to do anything interesting with it.- The A.V. Club
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A nasty black comedy whose relentlessly glossy exterior recalls both Araki and John Waters without the wit or smarts of either...As a black comedy, Jawbreaker has one major flaw: It's not funny.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
Directed without a shred of imagination by Denzel Washington -- Antwone Fisher masks a behind-the-scenes story that's far more inspiring than the phony uplift that makes it onto the screen.- The A.V. Club
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Stranding an able supporting cast in mostly disposable roles--including Jacqueline Bisset, Mary Kay Place, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and Amber Benson--Cox writes himself into several corners, then plots honking contrivances to get out of them.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Clayburgh and Tambor demonstrate genuine chemistry, but the film keeps diluting it with awful attempts at comedy and worse attempts at drama.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Essentially "Bring It On" minus the effervescence, star power, energy, and brisk pace -- in other words, everything that made it bearable.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
The film could have turned out worse, but only via the addition of a Tom Green cameo, or an accident in which the actors caught on fire.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Schwartzman steals Slackers without much effort, but it's not worth the theft.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
It's a worthless bit of low-grade satire that's as sophisticated and entertaining as a pile of twigs.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
It sends a bad message to the film's young audience that the daughter of a world leader needn't be more than a vapid bikini-stuffer.- The A.V. Club
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Deconstructing Harry is a mess: a shambling, narcissistic, sexist romp that is, worst of all, almost entirely devoid of laughs.- The A.V. Club
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Awash in cheap shocks and corny sentiment, Dragonfly aspires to be an inspirational thriller about one man's spiritual journey, but it takes little time for him to reach his destination. All that's left for him and the audience to do is solve a riddle unfit for the back of a cereal box.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
While “Final Destination” was gimmicky enough, its sequel begins with the same flawed premise, then piles on layers of contrivances until it reaches a level of implausibility rarely seen outside of films pitting giant radioactive monsters against each other.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
It mostly serves as a warning to stay away from future films involving director Nick Hamm and screenwriter Mark Bomback.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Much poorly choreographed gunplay, many lovingly rendered head explosions, and some half-assed exposition about centuries-old, immortality-seeking pirates follow, with nothing to recommend House Of The Dead to anyone but the most undiscriminating zombie-movie fans.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Reynolds and Reid's white-bread romance begs to be left on the cutting-room floor, but then again, so does just about every other scene in Van Wilder, which distinguishes itself only in featuring a level of ejaculate rarely found outside of hardcore porn.- The A.V. Club
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Tasha Robinson
Doesn't have much to offer viewers who aren't still eagerly awaiting their first adult tooth.- The A.V. Club
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Tasha Robinson
Audience members are likely to feel like they're right there in the picture, suffering for no reason and trying to pretend it's funny.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Dylan's performance doesn't offer any clues. He's an icon and he delivers an icon's performance, literally: He could easily have been replaced by piece of wood with his face painted on it. That distance also means he remains more or less untouched by the embarrassment going on around him, even though it's largely his own creation.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
It's hard to imagine a more ill-advised choice of source material.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
An uncomfortable-looking Lee soldiers doggedly through a thankless role, while Green, though never particularly funny, at least brings off-kilter energy to a role that provides Stealing Harvard's only spark of spontaneity.- The A.V. Club
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The Independent Film Channel is distributing Girls Will Be Girls; perhaps its executives failed to realize that this kind of mirthless, tacky independent film sends traumatized audiences racing back to the glossy production values on display at the local multiplex.- The A.V. Club
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A grimy mess set among L.A.'s speed-abusing "tweakers," Salton has neither the substance to justify first-time feature director D.J. Caruso's pretentious flourishes, nor the skill to make those flourishes work on their own terms.- The A.V. Club
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Perhaps due to the talent of everyone involved, Dreamcatcher moves with an oddly exhilarating awfulness that sets it apart from more run-of-the-mill horror films, which lack the imagination and budget to be so thoroughly misconceived.- The A.V. Club
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Made with just enough craft to keep it from being the instantly dated camp howler its title promises, but it's quickly apparent that there's no thought or originality under its grim, familiar surface.- The A.V. Club
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Adored stands at the crossroads where Telemundo and beefcake magazines collide, but for strangers to that intersection, the film's camp value is exceeded only by its tedium.- The A.V. Club
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Swarming with zombies on both sides of the camera, the film is unrelentingly relentless, leaving no room for original director George Romero's wry satire on consumerism or his slow-paced, creeping undead.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Wasted comedy ringers Eugene Levy and Cheri Oteri co-star.- The A.V. Club
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Director Shawn Levy brings a yeoman-like joylessness to the project, spoiling whatever fun might have been had. Kutcher and Murphy seem game enough, and it's a testament to their charisma that they're the hardest element of the film to hate.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Send a check to UNICEF and go see "Lost In Translation," "Mystic River," or "Kill Bill" instead.- The A.V. Club
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A bad-movie-lover's heaven, and a good-movie-lover's hell.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Gibson makes sure that no blow remains unfelt, and his approach can't help but stir the body, but he never touches the soul.- The A.V. Club
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The worst Hanukkah movie ever made, Adam Sandler's Eight Crazy Nights does for the holiday what "Santa Claus: The Movie" did for Christmas.- The A.V. Club
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When the CGI snakes finally arrive, they look like they've just returned from a guest spot on "Charmed;" if the film had cut any more corners, it would have had to borrow graphics from an old Intellivision game.- The A.V. Club
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Ritchie's frivolous comedy tries to have it both ways, thinning out the material for mass consumption while still sticking to the script -- an unstable alchemy that backfires horribly.- The A.V. Club
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Meet The Fockers has assembled a historic, once-in-a-lifetime cast, then stranded them in the laziest, most mercenary kind of sequel imaginable. It's like the 1927 Yankees taking on the Special Olympics softball team.- The A.V. Club
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By violating the law of show-don't-tell, the already shaky Murder At 1600 is lost beyond hope of redemption.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Lyne doesn't seem to get the novel, failing to incorporate any of Nabokov's black comedy -- which is to say, Lolita's heart and soul.- The A.V. Club
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John Travolta should realize that people appreciate him, maybe more than ever, but that he should start making movies people won't feel ashamed for having seen if he wants to avoid co-starring with a talking lemur in the future.- The A.V. Club
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Parlavecchio is kind of an asshole, and that–along with the stilted dialogue, clueless portrayals of women, and the fact that much of the plot has been lifted from Tom Perrotta's terrific novel "The Wishbones"–ranks among the film's main problems.- The A.V. Club
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Everything abhorrent about Death Wish—its inner-city stereotyping and casual racism; its embrace of lawlessness and righteous bloodletting; Paul’s rancid transformation from naïve, bleeding-heart liberal into gun-toting angel of vengeance—gets blown up to such a grotesque degree that no sane person could mistake its world for the real one. It’s like a paranoid right-wing small-towner’s vision of what the big city is like: a gang-infested war zone, lorded over by the cast of Breakin’.- The A.V. Club
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Benji is pretty dreadful, constructing its skeletal dramatic momentum from Benji foiling a robbery plot hatched by some very dim-bulb burglars who hole up in a decrepit mansion. Benji’s family consists of two unappealing child actors, their hectoring dad (he hates mutts!), and a theoretically endearing maid, all of whom define anti-charismatic.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
When the film ends after a mere eighty-one minutes it feels like Toback and company simply gave up and decided to let the audience go home twenty minutes early as a covert apology for the film they just endured, a glum little trifle that fails as both a James Toback movie and a Molly Ringwald vehicle.- The A.V. Club
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Reality Bites embodied seemingly every odious post-Nirvana media trend. The title alone was laughably faux-hip, and the movie's portrait of slackerdom—limply enacted by Winona Ryder, Ethan Hawke, Steve Zahn, and Janeane Garofalo—was both broad and shallow...No one acknowledges the obvious—that a heinous idea got even worse when Stiller signed on to direct.- The A.V. Club
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Ryan Vlastelica
Going from subplot to subplot illustrates the apathy that exists on every level of the filmmaking, from the screenplay to the fight choreography.- The A.V. Club
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Tasha Robinson
It’s the kind of wretched embarrassment that may leave viewers trying to suspend the belief that they’re still sitting in the theater watching it.- The A.V. Club
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Sam Adams
Duffy's inept command of actors, not to mention his utterly juvenile morality and his comically clumsy use of religious iconography, should keep all but the diehards away.- The A.V. Club
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It'd take more than potentially lethal amounts of alcohol to make this derivative trash endurable.- The A.V. Club
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A laughable would-be fright-fest that's as strikingly inept as a Boll movie, but nowhere near as much guilty fun.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
A punishingly awful slasher film with monosyllabic banter dreadful enough to make viewers yearn for the sophisticated repartee of earlier Dark efforts like "White Bunbusters."- The A.V. Club
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Unfortunately, nothing about Tony Goldwyn's vapid, navel-gazing, claustrophobic adaptation of a 2001 Italian film rings remotely true.- The A.V. Club
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There's precious little of Lennon's legendary crankiness on display in The U.S. Vs. John Lennon, a fawning hagiography that diligently shaves away the ex-Beatle's rough edges and knotty idiosyncrasies.- The A.V. Club
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