For 10,414 reviews, this publication has graded:
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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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Negative: 1,107 out of 10414
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Scott Tobias
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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Keith Phipps
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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Nathan Rabin
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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Nathan Rabin
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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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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Scott Tobias
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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Nathan Rabin
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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Keith Phipps
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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Keith Phipps
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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Scott Tobias
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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Vadim Rizov
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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Noel Murray
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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Nathan Rabin
It'd take more than potentially lethal amounts of alcohol to make this derivative trash endurable.- The A.V. Club
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Nathan Rabin
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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Nathan Rabin
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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Nathan Rabin
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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