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A.O. Scott
There are dull stabs at verbal wit that leave you baffled, bored or slightly grossed out.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Mr. Lichtenstein seems to want your tears. Nothing wrong there. The problem is that, because he never settles persuasively into one groove -- you don’t believe the tears or the smiles or anything in between -- he can’t begin to approach the complex contradictions suggested by his movie’s title.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
Straining to capture artistic frenzy, it descends into vulgar chaos, less a homage to Federico Fellini’s “8 ½” (its putative inspiration) than a travesty.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
According to the press notes, pandorum means “Orbital Dysfunctional Syndrome”; whatever that is, by the end of the movie I was convinced I had caught it.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
Wears its preposterousness with a certain pride. It’s about the cat-and-mouse game between two very smart guys, and it’s perfectly happy to be as dumb as it wants.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
The scandal of Antichrist is not that it is grisly or upsetting but that it is so ponderous, so conceptually thin and so dull.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
It’s a phoned-in, gutless piece of hack work that reminds you of other, better films in the same vein.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
You might blame Nora Ephron, whose screenplay for “When Harry Met Sally” established the formula that I Hate Valentine’s Day runs into the ground. Compared with this, Ms. Ephron is Chekhov.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
Try as it might to be refined and provocative, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer never rises above the pedestrian creepiness of its conceit.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
Another movie -- Matt Stone and Trey Parker's "Team America," whose wooden puppets were more compelling actors than most of the cast of 300 -- calculated the cost [of freedom] at $1.05. I would happily pay a nickel less, in quarters or arcade tokens, for a vigorous 10-minute session with the video game that 300 aspires to become.- The New York Times
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Lawrence Van Gelder
A quintessential Renny Harlin film: a big, dumb, loud action movie.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
A film worthy neither of Mr. Keaton's talents nor even a desperate horror fan's attention.- The New York Times
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Anita Gates
The filmmakers are smart enough to keep the monster out of sight for a long time and then to show only glimpses, but a similar tactic of providing only glimpses of plot and character is disastrous.- The New York Times
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Anita Gates
Finally it becomes clear that Mr. Corley's film is meant to be a tribute to the love of theater. It has just been posing as the story of one man's finding himself.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
It's not bad enough to make you curse, but you are likely to laugh when you should scream, and to roll your eyes when you are meant to laugh.- The New York Times
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Lawrence Van Gelder
Nearly every one of the film's emotional scenes is too predictable to hit its mark, but Mr. Jones's dry delivery has its moments.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Despite Mr. Nakata's track record and the radiant presence of its star, Naomi Watts, The Ring Two is a dud.- The New York Times
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Lawrence Van Gelder
Think of it as a modern-day variant on a Shakespearean comedy, only without the verbal felicity or dramatic structure.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
The human landscape of Palindromes is a vista of grotesqueness, dishonesty and creepiness. These are qualities Mr. Solondz has explored before, but this time he fails to make them interesting, partly because he lets himself and the audience off the hook.- The New York Times
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Lawrence Van Gelder
The law of averages demands that every once in a while a movie must come along starring young nonprofessional actors who aren't very good. That's unfortunately the case in 15.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
The burden of the story, which is maudlin and entirely unbelievable, weighs down even the more credible performances.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Evokes a mood of tenderness. Beyond that, it is a weightless, sentimental and intellectually lazy effort from an independent filmmaker whose movies seem increasingly insubstantial.- The New York Times
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Anita Gates
Not a shred of suspense enlivens the proceedings, and the movie's idea of humor is having a man slip and slide on a floor covered in blood.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
A most unfortunate film that combines standard documentary techniques, including talking-head interviews, with some maladroit dramatizations from Aury's life and her novel.- The New York Times
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Lawrence Van Gelder
With its heavy symbolism and awkward, lurching pace, A Hole in One leaves viewers with little more than the vague conviction - which I think I already had going in - that falling in love is better than an ice pick to the brain.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Softer, louder and cleaner than the 1974 version, the new film sentimentalizes the prisoners and the game, filing down their sharpest edges so that winning becomes a matter of triumph rather than resistance.- The New York Times
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Janet Maslin
The film is a labor of love for Casper Andreas, who wrote, directed and starred in this first feature. For the actors he has chosen, it's a labor of lust, with copious necking and grappling required. For the audience, it's just a labor.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
May be the opposite of trash, but it is something just as disposable: dead literary meat. Dragged down by a stuffy screenplay clotted with generic period oratory, overdressed to the point that the actors seem physically impeded by their ornate costumes, and hopelessly muddled in its storytelling, the movie is edited with a haphazardness that leaves many dots unconnected.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
By the time we reach the "Butch Cassidy"-inspired climax, any filaments of credibility still clinging to these characters have completely disappeared.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
Yes is not just a movie, in other words, it's a poem. A bad poem. There is no denying Ms. Potter's skill at versifying - or for that matter, at composing clear, striking visual images - but her intricate, measured lines amount to doggerel, not art.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Wildly overproduced and filled with fussy flourishes that make even a derelict hallway look like a million bucks, Dark Water fails to rustle up either meaning or meaningful scares.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Proving once again that skillful performances can't create something out of almost nothing - the best they can do is make it palatable.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
What's interesting about Stealth isn't its nitwit story... No, what's interesting about this movie - and many others of its kind - is that it continues the love affair Hollywood, that hotbed of liberalism, has long had with militarism.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
This crude, inspirational tear-jerker is as sweet as a bowl of instant oatmeal smothered in molasses. It should please those who honestly believe that Santa Claus and God are synonymous; others may retch.- The New York Times
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Janet Maslin
There is an essential meanness to the entire project, tapping the manipulative power of taunts. Such jokes don't jibe with the times, the culture.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
A tedious World War II epic that slogs across the screen like a forced march in quicksand.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Though filled with romantic contrivances and overlong musical numbers, Undiscovered is curiously lifeless. Bland actors portray single-cell characters in a plot scarcely more diverting than Ms. Simpson's reality vehicle, "The Ashlee Simpson Show."- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Solemn, sentimental bore of a movie that suffocates in its own predictability and watered-down psychobabble.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Neither funny nor sexy, nor leavened by the wistful laissez-faire wisdom of the typical sophisticated Gallic comedy, it is less than a trifle.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Marc Forster takes a maximalist approach to this mumbo jumbo, which means that in addition to lots of wacky angles, shiny surfaces, seemingly endless stairs, and sets of twins, triplets and quadruplets, he deploys the unsettling vision of three talented actors - Ewan McGregor, Naomi Watts and Ryan Gosling - straining credulity and neck tendons in the service of serious claptrap.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
A hectic, uninspired pastiche of catchphrases and clichés, with very little wit, inspiration or originality to bring its frantically moving images to genuine life.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Riddled with holes and undeveloped characters, and marred by lurching rhythms that may reflect some triage editing, so it's hard to see what Mr. Hafstrom brings to this film other than a murky palette.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
There is very little fun in The Ice Harvest, which wouldn't pose a problem if the film had some fleshed-out ideas to go along with the booze, the booty and the recycled plot points.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Overcompensates for its sloppiness with loud, knockabout farce.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Good intentions do not guarantee good movies, or even watchable ones. A sad case in point is The Kid and I.- The New York Times
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Laura Kern
This messy blend of silly slapstick and oversentimentality probably won't please children, teenagers or adults.- The New York Times
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Nathan Lee
Less sassy than shrill, more crass than clever, the maiden cartoon from the Weinstein Company turns the Little Red Riding Hood legend into a sub- "Shrek" bummer that appears to have been manufactured for the pleasure of tone-deaf kids with a thing for sarcasm, extreme sports, and Andy Dick.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
I suppose Rumor Has It could be worse, though at the moment I'm at a loss to say just how.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
The fascist undercurrents of this battle remain unexplored. Maybe one day, Hollywood will figure out that pouring acting-challenged starlets into black neoprene and sticking them in front of a blue screen do not a movie make. We can but hope.- The New York Times
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Lawrence Van Gelder
Film Geek has a likable premise, an unusual setting in downtown Portland, Ore., and a pleasantly homemade indie feel. Unfortunately, Scotty Pelk, as written by James Westby and played by Mr. Malkasian, is actually so irritating, so genuinely hard to take, that like the rest of the characters in this semiautobiographical movie, we soon find ourselves itching to get away from him.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Annapolis has enough material for an exciting trailer. But that's all the movie really is: a trailer tricked out with protracted boxing sequences and an undernourished romantic subplot that culminates in a single tepid kiss.- The New York Times
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Nathan Lee
The third installment lacks the novelty of the first, the panache of the second and the twisted sense of humor that gives the series its participatory sense of fun.- The New York Times
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Anita Gates
Aaron Seltzer and Jason Friedberg, who wrote the screenplay, have crammed dozens of movie parodies into this deliberately juvenile spoof of romantic comedies. Mr. Seltzer, who directed, has made very few of them funny.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Mr. Wimmer is more concerned with fetishizing his heroine and patronizing his audience. The verdict? Ultrasilly.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Unfolds with such utter looniness that the horrible final moments are more likely to inspire laughter than shock. Casually insulting our emotions and intelligence, Mr. Stanzler seems to have shaped his film with one goal in mind: to prove that audacity and recklessness are acceptable substitutes for craft and common sense. Needless to say, they're not.- The New York Times
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Nathan Lee
Everything projects as if for the benefit of a nearsighted and dimwitted ticket holder at the back of the room. To his credit, Mr. Fickman has mastered one device unique to the cinema, making repeated use of the corny training montage.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
The gay, independent comedy Adam & Steve is as crude and nonsensical as any number of B-list studio equivalents, with the added disadvantages of a low budget and shaky direction by Craig Chester, who wrote and also stars.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
The Benchwarmers is the sort of trash that Hollywood does really well. It is also, to quote Mr. Schneider, "a master's thesis on the form of a quintessential Adam Sandler comedy."- The New York Times
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Neil Genzlinger
In his sour little movie When Do We Eat?, the director Salvador Litvak, like many before him, misses the target, landing instead in the adjacent territories of Tries Too Hard and Bad Taste.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
The jokes don't just fizzle into insignificance; they flop about with gaudy ineffectualness, gasping for air like newly landed trout.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
The question is why. Why would a star of Michael Douglas's stature and intelligence attach himself to a Washington thriller as deeply ridiculous, suspense-free and potentially career-damaging as The Sentinel?- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
During the ensuing narrative unpleasantness and visual incoherence (meaningless choker close-ups, pointless slow motion), Hayley subjects Jeff to a range of torture, all in the name of, well, what? Despite the two fine performances, it's hard to say.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Nowadays no family movie is complete without a values-oriented agenda and a bountiful supply of fecal matter, and RV supplies both.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
See No Evil devolves into an increasingly bloody and creative string of butcherings and impalings.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
The upbeat ending can't erase the lingering aura of being trapped in an insane asylum with the Manson family.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Following the lead tendered by the credited screenwriters, Steve Koren and Mark O'Keefe, the director Frank Coraci struggles to push the character toward the kind of age-appropriate complexity lost on Mr. Sandler, forgetting that his star only works when, as all those ponderous bosoms suggest, he's un-weaned.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Say Uncle may be trying to address gay persecution and social paranoia, but it mostly comes off as a study of arrested development. The movie's most laudable gamble is its refusal to make either Maggie or Paul sympathetic, but the moral subtleties are obscured by a one-dimensional script and a protagonist as self-centered and lacking in expression as a fetus.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Delectably vulgar for 20 minutes or so, almost too bad to be true, but because it lacks the demented conviction of real camp, the glint of madness that keeps a bauble like "Valley of the Dolls" afloat, it soon loses its cheap-thrills appeal.- The New York Times
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Nathan Lee
A rude, rollicking and exceedingly raunchy attempt to turn "American Pie" into "American Quiche."- The New York Times
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Nathan Lee
A generic coming-of-age movie whose arrival on the scene suggests that the audience for gay indie clunkers is inexhaustible.- The New York Times
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Nathan Lee
The American version of Kiyoshi Kurosawa's "Pulse" mimics the plot fundamentals, but lacks any traces of Mr. Kurosawa’s creepy minimalism and conceptual rigor.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
The real-life sisters Hilary and Haylie Duff star in this incompetent spin on the poor-little-rich-girl story.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Neither ambitious enough to take seriously nor sleazy enough to enjoy, The Quiet flirts with the trappings of exploitation cinema without going all the way.- The New York Times
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Nathan Lee
For a movie premised on unrelenting action, Crank proves fatally turgid.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
A movie like this can survive an absurd premise but not incompetent execution. And Mr. LaBute, never much of an artist with the camera, proves almost comically inept as a horror-movie technician...It's neither haunting nor amusing; just boring.- The New York Times
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Nathan Lee
From a producer of "Crash" comes Haven, an even phonier exercise in manufactured conflict, facile irony and preposterous contrivance.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
Nothing in the picture works. It is both overwrought and tedious, its complicated narrative bogging down in lyrical voiceover, long flashbacks and endless expository conversations between people speaking radically incompatible accents.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Billy Bob Thornton's leer is much in evidence in the shoddy comedy School for Scoundrels, though the tackiness of the film, its lazy direction and its self-satisfied stupidity may mean that Mr. Thornton curled his lip about the production rather than for it.- The New York Times
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Anita Gates
The script, by Chris Haddock, leaves numerous questions unanswered. It also reflects the character depth and conversational complexity of a 14-year-old’s first effort at fiction.- The New York Times
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Laura Kern
When it finally seems likely to happen, the film crashes to a sudden and unsatisfying conclusion. But this is the first part of a projected trilogy and, assuming these characters’ lives -- or deaths -- will be further explored, it’s really just the beginning.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Cocaine Cowboys is a tabloid headline, a movie as oppressive and inarticulate as the lives it represents.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
One of the good things about bad movies is that when someone sneers about the unworthiness of a perfectly mediocre film like, say, "Crash," you can turn to a seriously unworthy film like, say, The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause and laugh. Ho. Ho. Ho.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Though the film's final, disturbing image forces race to the forefront and belatedly raises wider issues of persecution, its most controversial suggestion is not that Jesus might have been black but that he might have been a really terrible actor.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
A Rubik’s Cube of shifting sexual orientation and elaborate sex fantasies, “Sloppy Seconds” gathers all the accouterments of soft pornography -- cheesy music, low-rent acting and attractively framed genitals -- into a plot of stunning imbecility.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
National Lampoon’s Van Wilder 2: The Rise of Taj harnesses smut and silliness to an oddly innocent tale of true love.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
A movie like We Are Marshall stands or falls on its ability to make you feel the pain and loss of individuals in a place where community pride and football are one and the same. As the film, directed by McG (the "Charlie's Angels" movies) from a wooden screenplay by Jamie Linden, follows a handful of Huntington residents during the months after the accident, not one of them comes fully to life.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Just when it seems as though the language of insult and humiliation couldn’t get any nastier, the movie escalates the barrage.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
The kindest thing to be said about this deluxe photo spread of a film is that Sienna Miller's Edie and Guy Pearce's Andy capture their characters' images and body language with relative precision.- The New York Times
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The movie genuflects toward pop depth in a scene where Grace sprawls on a motel bed watching Alfred Hitchcock’s "Birds," another thriller about implacable, undefined evil, but there’s a difference between refusing to give viewers the answers and having nothing to say. For all its death-metal vigor, The Hitcher falls into the latter camp.- The New York Times
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