For 7,291 reviews, this publication has graded:
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49% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 3 points lower than other critics.
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Average Movie review score: 62
| Highest review score: | The Red Turtle | |
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| Lowest review score: | The Mod Squad |
Score distribution:
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Positive: 4,349 out of 7291
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Mixed: 1,826 out of 7291
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Negative: 1,116 out of 7291
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- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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A splatter of scenes that relocate the funny-bone in the lower anatomical regions -- sometimes hitting the mark, occasionally a glancing blow, often missing completely.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Jennie Punter
Despite being set in 1958 Cuba, Havana Nights sticks to the formula. This would be perfectly acceptable if the dancing was "dirtier" and if there was a spark between the young couple.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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It's always rather sad to watch gifted performers stranded in a tepid thriller. You can see them, as professional pretenders, trying to believe that they're creating a character, but the lie is transparent -- all they're really doing is advancing a retarded plot.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Liam Lacey
Almost a comedy, though not an entirely successful one: It's too acerbic to be funny and too detached to be really moving.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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It's mainly a hunt for ironies, usually playful but occasionally poignant, and the search is definitely successful enough to merit our attention -- although maybe not the two-hour running time.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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With its grainy images, amateurish acting and homemade sets, there's nothing slick about Neil Young's new movie. Then again, that's the beauty of it.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Rick Groen
The visual big top is the scourging and the crucifixion -- again and again, Gibson returns to the blood-letting. Again and again, we're exposed to the clinical repetition of a single act, until an alleged act of passion comes to seem boring and passionless. Is that not a definition of pornography?- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Liam Lacey
Serves to champion human irrepressibility and unpredictability. It's the flip side to the defeatism of "Distant," but with parallels, both in the very deliberate pacing and moments of visual wit.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Wobbles like a punch-drunk fighter. It never finds its legs, but allows Ryan -- whose wardrobe looks like Erin Brockovich crossed with Barbarella -- the space to do what she does best: turn on the charm, and make audiences wonder why she's slumming in such a lame storyline.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Rick Groen
I confess to a deep uncertainty about whether this can be rightly called a movie. A bunch of scenes, maybe... I confess to a cynical belief that Lola isn't actually a role but just a succession of costume changes.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Stephen Cole
But Eurotrip has no provocative central characters, an absolute must for a gross-out teen comedy. As their names suggest, Scott, Coop, Jenny and Jamie are wusses. "Animal House"'s Bluto Blutarsky would've swallowed them whole without belching.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Liam Lacey
Instead of a madcap farce, the movie grinds along into a series of laboured comic bits.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Liam Lacey
At each stage of the romance, the movie digresses with a series of swing-and-miss gags, often with an abusive twist.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Liam Lacey
Obviously, this is no easy sell, but give writer-director Siddiq Barmak full credit for portraying his country's social catastrophe with restraint, concision and some real beauty.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Liam Lacey
Think of it as "Cheers" without the beer, or "Friends'" Central Perk with razors and sharper dialogue.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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The children are engaging yet the script and direction are not, which leaves the thing to get all bogged down in its own derivative mechanics.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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The climax, a 20-minute dramatization of the crucial contest, lacks both suspense and poetry -- essentially, we're left to watch a clumsy recreation of a game whose outcome we already know. That's a sort of resurrection, I suppose, but miraculous it assuredly ain't.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Lives down to its title -- what an odd and gauzy reverie this is, a strangely muted picture that unfolds at a distinct remove from the reality around it.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Liam Lacey
The Lost Skeleton also reminds you that real filmmaking -- the illusion of one event following another -- is actually a skill.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Oh, it's The Return, all right. To any masochist who's been pining for all those clichéd tropes associated with Russian cinema -- ponderous pacing and arcane symbolism shot through a lens darkly -- this will seem a welcome blast from the past.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Oh, it's perfect all right. In fact, The Perfect Score is a flawless example of the classic January movie release -- the kind of studio picture that even the studio loathes, and so consigns to the dumping ground of the year's frosty first month.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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There ain't much to You Got Served, but at least this teensploitation flick is bookended by two frenzied sequences that fully exploit the visual potential of street dancing.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Liam Lacey
Breezy, sleazy and a little bit wheezy, The Big Bounce combines a short running time, a portrait of island-life corruption, and a retro surf-and-scam plot. Throw in a vintage, funky-soul soundtrack and you have the ingredients of ever so many bad television shows.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Liam Lacey
Too silly to be taken seriously, it's not silly enough to overcome skepticism.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Liam Lacey
It's also mysterious in fresh ways. Like Hillary, Yates and Simpson climbed the mountain because it was there -- but what strange deity sent down a Boney M song to help Joe Simpson get home?- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Rick Groen
Somewhere, back in the mists of time, co-writers Eric Bress and J. Mackye Gruber must have flapped their gums in the fond hope of crafting a script; today, that whisper of hot air has swollen into a feature flick that rains down upon us a veritable torrent of inane plot.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Rick Groen
The problem here isn't how the figures look; rather, it's what they do and say -- the story is lame and the dialogue no better.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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Stephen Cole
A good stupid movie: an energetic send-up of a discredited genre that does for motorcycle movies, say, what Jonathan Demme's debut, the 1974 drive-in classic, "Caged Heat," did for chicks-in-prison flicks.- The Globe and Mail (Toronto)
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