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Noel Murray
Beautifully lit, with some inventive but unobtrusive framing, and the moody jazz score unifies the multiple storylines without overwhelming them. Yet while the movie never goes slack, it never really transcends its good intentions either.- The A.V. Club
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Noel Murray
Escape From L.A. is a mild letdown. It repeats the basic plot of the original, with a lighter tone, cheaper-looking (yet actually more expensive) special effects, and a grunge soundtrack.- The A.V. Club
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Gwen Ihnat
It’s all riveting enough, the kind of youth film that still has parables for adults and moves along at a quick and witty clip for kids—never a prat fall into sticky sweetness. My Bodyguard offers a charming take on what could have been a generic after-school-special tale, and couldn’t have picked a better backdrop to do it in.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
As an action movie, Red Dawn is a repetitive headache, and anyone with Blue State sympathies will be appalled at its manipulations and exaggerations. But there's smart subtext beneath the big dumb explosions.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
When it does work, it's very funny, and worth a look both as an example of Allen's still-developing talent and—thanks to The Lovin' Spoonful—as the source of one of the greatest rock 'n' roll title songs ever to come out of a decade filled with excellent rock 'n' roll title songs.- The A.V. Club
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Sam Adams
The visual scheme of Leone’s movie leaves no doubt as to his familiarity with Kurosawa’s movie. Plopping Eastwood’s roving gunman down in the middle of a dusty street with opposing gangs lodged at either end, Fistful replicates Yojimbo’s visual plan to an almost distracting extent. The bigger problem with Fistful is that Leone is still attempting to work with a conventional plot, which never plays to his strengths.- The A.V. Club
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Ignatiy Vishnevetsky
Generic but enjoyable with some nifty low-budget effects work.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
The framing device, which has Stiller recounting his tale to a fellow recovering addict (Maria Bello) over the course of a weekend sex session, stops Permanent Midnight dead in its tracks every time it pops up, but Stiller alone is almost enough reason to check out the film.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
Despite an alluring set-up and heartfelt performances from the leads, nothing ultimately coheres, and mood trumps logic on every occasion.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
It may be a dishonest, xenophobic, exploitative act of historical revisionism, but it's effective, and Jack Cardiff's cinematography lends Rambo's comic-book adventures an epic sweep.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Touch never quite catches the satiric fire its subject seems to warrant. It's pleasant, disarming, and likable, but never quite miraculous.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Like Boat Trip, another guilty pleasure of mine, Doctor Detroit is so transcendently stupid, gimmicky, and shameless that it almost becomes a smart meta-parody of stupid, gimmicky, shameless high-concept '80s comedies.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Bride Of Chucky is pretty f.cking stupid, but it's also oddly effective in its sheer audaciousness and contempt for good taste. It probably won't win a lot of converts, but for Child's Play fans, horror geeks, and stoners, it should seem like manna from heaven.- The A.V. Club
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Noel Murray
Corvette Summer was originally billed as "a fiberglass romance," and that about sums up its thematic ambitions. Robbins cares about the automobiles much more than the drivers. From the jargon-filled car talk to the repeated shots of tricked-out machines, Corvette Summer is about hot wheels, not what they mean.- The A.V. Club
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Noel Murray
The perverse story of a randy cowboy (played by Shepard himself) and his sister/lover Kim Basinger needs the tension of live performance for its incest-as-metaphor diagram to pop out.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
Though bookended by extraordinarily powerful scenes that play off a potent religious metaphor, the middle section sinks into a morass of ill-defined relationships and uneven performances, which may be blamed in part on culture clash.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
Taken on a camp level, there's a lot of fun to be had here, even if the movie may actually take itself seriously.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
With his flamboyant ridiculousness, Travolta does, however, give From Paris With Love a pulse, which is more than can be said for the film’s petulant hero, played by Jonathan Rhys Meyers.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
Hallström's approach to the material is tasteful and restrained to a fault.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
More of the same, only more. Yet here, “more” means a more needlessly convoluted plot, a more cartoonish parade of ethnic stereotypes, and more leaden political metaphor than viewers can digest.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
After a while, Daybreakers settles into the lulling rhythms of too many horror movies, as the characters ponder what to do in darkened rooms instead of doing much of anything.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
It’s virtually impossible to hate the film, but Barrymore’s presence behind the camera suggests more calculation than vision; like a lot of actors who direct, she tends to the performances, but her style never rises above bland proficiency.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
At best, it angrily demands to be rechristened This Is It! Too often, however, an incredulous This Is It? seems more apt.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
It's an agreeably unambitious comedy that might be called a romp, if that word didn't imply a little too much energy.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Mann reduces a legendary game of cat-and-mouse to the size of a standard police procedural. His refusal to mythologize Dillinger’s exploits is audacious, but too much of Public Enemies feels disappointingly smaller than life.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
Too much of The Limits Of Control feels canned and airless, so stifled by Jarmusch's obsessions that it loses all sense of surprise.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Perfume is ultimately an unmistakable failure, but there's a strange majesty to its epic overreaching. It can be faulted for many things, but not for lacking the courage of its convictions.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
The female lead in Duplicity calls for the kind of atomic, glow-in-the-dark, Rita Hayworth-in-Gilda sexuality that is most assuredly out of Roberts' range. Angelina Jolie effortlessly conjures up that kind of fire-breathing sexiness. Roberts? Not so much.- The A.V. Club
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Noel Murray
Though The Informers is by no means great--nor wholly true to the vision of Ellis, who co-wrote the screenplay with Nicholas Jarecki--moments sprinkled throughout the film capture Ellis' particular mix of flip yuppie satire and lived-in paranoia better than any big-screen version of his work to date.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
There is a time and a place for scruffy independent also-rans like this, and that time and place is the 2 a.m. slot on IFC.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Not surprisingly, Boys works much better as an Owen vehicle than a movie--it’s a great, meaty part in a decidedly less-than-great film.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
It's content enough just to drink in the regional flavor, appreciate the carefree heartiness of the locals, and allows these two eccentrics to have some good times before the carriage turns into a pumpkin. The film treads lightly, but leaves little impression.- The A.V. Club
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Noel Murray
It isn't a biography of the legendary photographer, and it's not exactly an essay. Mostly, Bütler fills the screen with Cartier-Bresson's photographs while people explain their greatness.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
In spite of End Of The Spear's fundamental conservatism, the missionaries' disastrous initial encounter with the Waodani ultimately teaches the progressive message that when it comes to winning the hearts and minds of foreign cultures, Bibles and superior technology are no substitute for a thorough understanding of their language and culture.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
There are times when Nanny McPhee seems designed to drive all but the most sugar-crazed spazzes out of the theater: Colors that should never go together clash like a tempest, the camera whisks around in manic curlicues, and a musical score makes certain that nothing magical goes underemphasized.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Something New sets out to dramatize just how little society's attitudes toward interracial relationships have changed over the past few decades, but instead ends up documenting just how little the interracial-romance message movie has evolved since the clumsy days of "Guess Who's Coming To Dinner."- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
Martin makes a fine Clouseau, re-energizing musty old physical gags involving chandeliers and priceless vases, and rolling his tongue around a zesty form of pidgin French. If he ever finds his Blake Edwards, there may be hope for this franchise yet.- The A.V. Club
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Tasha Robinson
Unknown White Male has flashes of brilliance: Murray stretches out the dramatic tale of Bruce's first terrifying hours of recall, and Bruce's raw misery as he recounts those events is deeply affecting.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
Ultimately, the film could stand to be more inconsequential, because whenever anything happens to move the story along, it immediately loses its laid-back Southern charm.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
It's all superficially enjoyable, right up to the point where the big picture starts coming into focus and it's not worth looking anymore.- The A.V. Club
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Noel Murray
Like a lot of Gitaï's films, Free Zone is part history, part allegory, and part art. Both the history and art hold their fascinations.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Had they ended 20 minutes in, "Wedding Crashers" would qualify as a gut-busting triumph, and Hard Candy would be a miniature masterpiece.- The A.V. Club
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Noel Murray
After the first hour, it's clear the movie isn't going to offer any surprising new insights into messed-up modernity.- The A.V. Club
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Noel Murray
It may be truer to the lives of his amateur cast to watch them engage in mumbly, inarticulate conversations between rounds of failed skate tricks, but it isn't especially cinematic.- The A.V. Club
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Tasha Robinson
The Da Vinci Code isn't terrible. Brown's novel presented its concepts seriously, as food for thought; Howard's glossy version is more of a snack, designed to be taken only slightly more seriously than "National Treasure," and with the much the same sense of a puzzle-based thrill ride.- The A.V. Club
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Tasha Robinson
Water is gorgeously composed and beautifully shot, with a dogged emphasis on water imagery and symbolism, and a luscious sense for color. It's often profoundly beautiful. But its distanced, calculated attempts to draw sympathy, from its wide-eyed child protagonist to its sad-eyed, personality-free lovers to its fairy-tale ending, all blunt the meaning behind that beauty.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
"Titanic" without the metaphors, the class-consciousness, the love story, or anything resembling a theme, Poseidon invests so little in its screenplay that it might as well be an episode of "The Love Boat" gone horribly awry.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Following two superior entries, Ratner's slick placeholder of a sequel lacks that crucial X-factor called inspiration.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
That love triangle is Coastlines' center. Trouble is, it plays more like canned heat than blazing inferno.- The A.V. Club
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Tasha Robinson
For a film that pads out such broad slapstick with toilet humor, obnoxious-child antics, and even cute-animal business, Only Human is surprisingly enjoyable, thanks to the filmmakers' relatively low-key, Pedro Almodóvar-style approach.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
The first of two sequels shot in immediate succession, Dead Man's Chest bears the unenviable burden of racking the pins for both movies, which leaves it with precious few opportunities to have a little fun of its own.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Removing many of the mythical elements of the tale is an intriguing idea that would undoubtedly have paid richer dividends if it didn't mean relying on a heavy who looks like a cross between a Neanderthal on steroids and stilts, and an unusually hirsute wrestler.- The A.V. Club
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Tasha Robinson
In spite of its predictability, it's a nifty story in the abstract, and Davis certainly makes the most of the opportunity to examine the world from an ant's-eye view.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
It's refreshing to see a film that so directly addresses the issues and concerns of a vast, overlooked demographic, but it'd be much more satisfying if Boynton did more than just affably skate along the surface.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
It's well-acted and strikingly shot, and its depiction of contemporary Spanish squalor is hard to forget, but it never quite reconciles its high-drama situations with its low-key approach. It whispers when it really wants to shout.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Its a stupid thrill for a while, but the high wears off, and the anything-goes approach gets headache-inducing.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Keeping Mum never really gets going, and it inches to the finish line like a narcoleptic turtle.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Why do Ewing and Grady feel the need to tip their hand by underscoring it all with creepy ambient music or by using Air America host Mike Papantonio as a Greek Chorus expressing the voice of reason?- The A.V. Club
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Tasha Robinson
Tries tremendously hard to win audiences over with manly derring-do, exciting action, and impossible-obstacles-overcome uplift. And it's undeniably compelling for minutes at a time- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
As usual, Thornton remains fully committed to the performance. Viewers could make a game of scanning his face for even the slightest hint of warmth. By the end of the film, that may be the surest source of entertainment.- The A.V. Club
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Noel Murray
It's no "trip through the dark to appreciate the light." It's a nightmare from start to finish.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
Rarely have Bruckheimer and Scott been so upfront about insulting people's intelligence.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
A filmed Sunday-school lesson that favors a dry, by-the-Book approach over even a suggestion of dramatic interpretation. It's more Christmas pageant than movie.- The A.V. Club
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Tasha Robinson
While the content is colorful and the actors seem up for the task, a flawed script and Oristrell's unemphatic direction let all the impact dribble away.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
The film feels oddly slack and inert, livened only by testimony better suited to another forum.- The A.V. Club
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Tasha Robinson
Only those already predisposed to love a TMNT movie that at least LOOKS edgy are likely to care.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
By recounting Abbas' ordeal as an endless inarticulate monologue, The Prisoner reduces it to a dull anecdote--timely and relevant, perhaps, but an anecdote all the same.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
The Reaping is Bible camp, pure and simple. And for bad-movie lovers, it's manna from heaven.- The A.V. Club
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Noel Murray
If only Snow Cake had hewed closer to this idea of showing what an adult autist's life and experiences are like, rather than getting caught up in Rickman's rote re-awakening, it could've been as powerful as it strains to be.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
There's plenty of black comedy in their twisted affair, but a more substantial documentary wouldn't leave you smiling.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
Willis does everything short of donning a cape and reversing time by orbiting the Earth at light speed, and the air of cheerful ridiculousness recalls Luc Besson-produced action films like "Transporter 2" or "District B13."- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Unfortunately, that story isn't particularly well told, and after a while, the strength of the two leads' work and the popping soundtrack can't hide the fact that Lemmons doesn't really have much to say about the material.- The A.V. Club
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Mike D'Angelo
Even if Mandy Lane had been released in a timely fashion, it’s unlikely that it would have found much of an audience. For all its good intentions, it’s ultimately too half-assed and lethargic to work as a conventional horror film, and not nearly thoughtful or incisive enough to subsist on thwarted expectations alone.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
Though a clearly gifted new filmmaker, Lugacy doesn't get a handle on the combustible material, and she gets scalded in the process.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
Though it scores a reasonable share of laughs, Delirious might have been better off if it weren't a comedy at all.- The A.V. Club
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The film has one thing going for it--it's certainly never boring.- The A.V. Club
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There's none of the poetry of "For All Mankind," just visual support for a meat-and-potatoes recap of events that have already been chewed over plenty.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Sensual but profoundly silly, Silk is ultimately little more than softcore porn with arthouse trappings, a moony, dopily romantic "Red Shoe Diaries" variation for the NPR set.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Maybe Benton's serenely dull time-waster should take a cue from one of its main settings, and become the first Hollywood film released directly to coffee shops. Otherwise, it seems destined to find an indulgent second home as an unusually classy slot-plugger over at Lifetime.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Either way, it's too pretentious--or not nearly pretentious enough.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
It's hard to say what, aside from novelty, is gained by having the boy believe he's from Mars, because the core emotion in the film comes from the simple, common premise of an adoptive father and son trying to forge a life together.- The A.V. Club
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Noel Murray
As an expression of from-the-gut anti-war rage, Redacted is admirable, but as art, it's undercooked.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
The Golden Compass does manage the job of bringing Pullman's world to the screen. With luck, any future entries will try harder to get the job done right.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
In the context of Coppola's life and career, the film has a searching intelligence and ambition that can't be entirely dismissed; with his own money and nobody looking over his shoulder, Coppola has gone uprriver again in an effort to reinvent himself and cinema in the process. He ultimately fails, but he can't be faulted for trying.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Too bad the story is all over the place. One second, it focuses on a love triangle between students; the next, it's about Washington's efforts to unionize the local farmers.- The A.V. Club
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Like so many late-period Allens, it leaves behind the feeling that he's made this movie before, but better.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Rambo works best as a pure action movie devoted to delivering the cheapest kicks imaginable--and to a much lesser extent, to bringing attention to human-rights violations and genocide in Asia.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Tennant keeps his extravagantly stupid new comedy breezing along affably on the strength of photogenic locales, obscenely beautiful stars, a laid-back soundtrack, and a wholesale unwillingness to take itself the least bit seriously.- The A.V. Club
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The film has a warmth and raucousness that's surprisingly disarming.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
As in the more successful "Land Of The Dead," Romero makes an admirable attempt to update his beloved franchise for contemporary audiences. But this time out, his heavy-handed intellectual concerns get in the way of a perfectly good fright flick.- The A.V. Club
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Tasha Robinson
First-time director Mark Palansky is trying for a deft, hip, modern fairy-tale feel, but the odd material, sprawling story, and complicated tonal balancing act get away from him, and the film winds up as a poorly paced tug-of-war between sweet quirk and sloppy camp.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Deserves credit for attempting something more emotional and dramatic than the typical Ferrell gagfest, but Harrelson and Benjamin's earnest subplots cost the film comic momentum and big laughs without adding much in return.- The A.V. Club
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Donaldson also misses the chance to score some easy laughs from his petty criminals, who are infinitely more audacious than they are competent.- The A.V. Club
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In trying to recapture the spirit of classic '30s screwball comedies, the film too often mistakes manic energy for wit, and it ends on a note of gloppy sentimentality that wouldn't have held water in Old Hollywood.- The A.V. Club
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Marshall’s fixation on John Carpenter and early James Cameron is all too apparent, but his own distinctive cinematic style isn’t, making Doomsday a likeably rambling but generic shoot-’em-up.- The A.V. Club
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Tasha Robinson
A harmless feel-good movie that tries to tell audiences what it's like to be a victimized immigrant, and mostly winds up telling them what it's like to have their heartstrings yanked, gratuitiously and often.- The A.V. Club
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