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On average, this publication grades 2.6 points lower than other critics.
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Average Movie review score: 62
| Highest review score: | Badlands | |
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| Lowest review score: | A Life Less Ordinary |
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Scott Tobias
It might as well be retitled "Waiting For Antonio," since Sabato's appearances bookend miles of convoluted nonsense. For the prurient, that's probably too much to endure.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
The film works by putting the accelerator to the floor and never looking in the rear-view mirror.- The A.V. Club
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Beyond the "hell hath no fury" angle that overlays the story, When Will I Be Loved amounts to nothing more than another repository for kinky Tobackisms: Seen one (and the one to see remains 1978's Fingers), seen them all.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Takes too long to get going to qualify unequivocally as a good movie, but when Jovovich finally starts kicking zombified ass, it becomes good enough.- The A.V. Club
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Noel Murray
Evergreen suffers from creeping indie-itis, epitomized by the low-light digital video and droning electric-guitar soundtrack, but its biggest weakness lies in Zentelis' apparent fear of surprise.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Crude, grating.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
The definition of a vanity film, Weber's latest opus lacks the focus even to qualify as dilettantish. Offering plenty for the eye and little for the brain, the film suffers from a dearth of ideas as it glides pleasantly but emptily from one gorgeous surface to another.- The A.V. Club
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Shot on shaky-cam digital video, filtered through what appears to be an old sweatsock, the film mimics Dogme-style realism in its vision of modern persecution, but in the end, it offers the sort of touchy-feely mysticism that belongs to the crystal-ball and tarot-reading set.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
In spite of the unavoidable disappointment that comes from raised expectations (and lowered elevations), it's clumsy storytelling that ultimately keeps Warriors grounded.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
After a sentimental opening sequence, he (Kang) scarcely lets the film pause to breathe, which dulls its effectiveness.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Instead of building toward a grand romantic climax, it just gets sillier before exploding into a torrent of unintended laughs.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
Paparazzi follows the vigilante playbook in all its banality, without much in the way of moral reflection.- The A.V. Club
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Noel Murray
The absence of style can be numbing, but it serves a purpose, positioning the documentary as a public record, not a work of art. As such, the film is eye-opening.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Either a radical reinterpretation of the source material or a mammoth failure of nerve. Whichever the case, it makes for a tremendously dull film that gives Witherspoon little to do except pose against a pretty backdrop.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Has little to recommend it. A sterling example of how an unimaginative combination of interviews and archival footage can drain the life from even the most compelling topic, it feels padded at a mere 68 minutes.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Given nothing to do, Carrie-Anne Moss looks on from the sidelines as the film halfheartedly toys with the tired old notion that only a thin line separates the dogged investigator and the compulsive killer. She looks bored, and she should.- The A.V. Club
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Scott Tobias
If the independent film world were littered with alleged disasters like The Brown Bunny, the scene would be far richer for it.- The A.V. Club
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Constructed out of poorly supported accusations, vague innuendo, and naked emotional appeals, Bush's Brain has a Rove-esque quality of its own.- The A.V. Club
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Brilliant in flashes, thinned out as a whole, the film seems ideal for the DVD revolution, where the greatest hits can be compiled at the touch of a remote.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
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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Nathan Rabin
The most perversely unnecessary sequel in recent memory.- The A.V. Club
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Under his (McElwee's) watch, the possibilities of a documentary seem to expand by the minute, incorporating not only journalistic truths, but also personal insights and philosophy, unique regional textures, and unexposed pockets of humanity.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
As for the unfortunates who aren't already in love with The Ramones, End Of The Century should give them a better understanding of what they've been missing, and leave them wondering why they've missed out on it for so long.- The A.V. Club
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Noel Murray
Too many of these characters behave like they just stepped out of a Noel Coward production.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Nicotina's lack of originality ultimately proves forgivable. Its glib, heartless nihilism doesn't.- The A.V. Club
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Von Trotta lingers for so long on the backstory and framing story that the movie's heart never comes to the fore.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Dyslexic, talkative, and permanently tethered to a video camera that documents his solitary life and vivid fantasy world, Peck, in a stunning performance, resonates as both monster and victim, predator and prey.- The A.V. Club
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Keith Phipps
Essentially, the film stays at the party too long. But for a good stretch, its combination of twirling excitement and dry absurdity captures the spirit of characters too intoxicated to realize they're dancing over a chasm.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
Uncovered could easily come off as dull or strident, but the administration's arrogance and disregard for the safeguards and transparency necessary for democracy give the documentary an outraged charge that overshadows its staid execution.- The A.V. Club
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