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Stephen Holden
A rancid little nothing of a movie that baldly recycles plot elements of "There's Something About Mary."- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
What should be a soufflé of gender-bending mischief is more like a bowl of oatmeal.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
May lead to a new axiom: success has many fathers, but failure has "Project Greenlight."- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
You can't get more high-concept, or less plotted, than this, and Daddy Day Care is proof.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
The film falls far short of its goals, but it is a classic of sorts. It belongs in that Blockbuster on Mount Olympus, where pristine new copies of "I Changed My Sex," "Dracula's Dog," "Blackenstein" and "Battlefield Earth" play constantly.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Even by the crude standards of teenage horror, Final Destination is dramatically flat.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
There are a few laughs, but I'm not sure that a comedy is supposed to make you recoil, which is what "Smoochy" does.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
Confuses an empty and derivative stylistic bravura with formal cleverness, and a sterile, mechanistic sensationalism with emotional intensity.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
The ending is meant to be clouded with ambiguity, but really it is unequivocally happy because it means the movie is over.- The New York Times
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Janet Maslin
The cast never has much chance to shine. And the main attraction is kept all too understandably under wraps.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
It lumbers from one scene to the next with the stop-and-start mistiming generally seen in the outtakes shown at the end of the "Cannonball Run" movies, which this picture resembles in spirit.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
The film's last half-hour -- or do I mean its final two weeks? -- is meant to keep the audience sniffling and sobbing uncontrollably, but the only thing likely to elicit tears is the sight of Mr. Reeves dressed in a white dinner jacket crooning "Time After Time."- The New York Times
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Feels like a very long late-night comedy sketch that occasionally veers beyond tastelessness toward something worse.- The New York Times
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Anita Gates
Nice, but that doesn't mean the film is worth anyone's time besides those of their families, friends, neighbors and the nice man from Connecticut who let them use his restaurant.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Because all of this looks blatantly unreal, and because the timing of the shock effects is so haphazard, Dead Alive isn't especially scary or repulsive. Nor is it very funny. Long before it's over, the half-hour-plus bloodbath that is the climax of the film has become an interminable bore. [12 Feb 1993, p.C16]- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Ms. Paltrow is not the only star in the film who tries gamely to churn this cinematic glass of diluted skim milk into something resembling butter.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Turns into a meticulously choreographed bang-by-the-numbers action fantasy that I would accuse of peddling evil if the film weren't so dumb and incoherent.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
An empty, farcical blood bath that's virtually shock-free except for one preposterous plot twist.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
The movie, like its lovers, is really two films smushed together in the faint hope that sheer incongruity can grind out laughter.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
Completed before the release of "American Beauty," this contrived, puffed up little picture nonetheless seems like a ripoff, perhaps because it mines the same tired assumptions and unexamined stereotypes about suburban family life.- The New York Times
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Vincent Canby
Return of the Jedi doesn't really end the trilogy as much as it brings it to a dead stop. The film...is by far the dimmest adventure of the lot.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
The movie is bulky and inarticulate, leaving behind a trail of wreckage and incoherence.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Plays more like a nightmare than a dream, and an exceedingly unnerving one at that. Sam isn't just a prisoner of her parents' ambitions; like nearly everyone else in this film, she's a zombie, sleepwalking through life while Rome burns.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
What's disheartening is that an actress as fine as Ms. Linney has to endure the indignity of such excremental nonsense.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
In a culture apparently defined by lap dancing, ersatz architectural sublimity and the virtual contact of cyberspace, how do we know what is real? The Center of the World, for example, is as phony as can be.- The New York Times
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Lawrence Van Gelder
Juvenile comedy targets a gallery of imperfect women.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Finally, a serial-killer movie so preposterous, so garnished with accidental laugh lines and absent essential narrative logic it may actually put a permanent kibosh on this tediously overworked crime subgenre. Here's hoping, at any rate.- The New York Times
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Dave Kehr
As Corky, Mr. Kattan never finds an appealing perspective on his character. Sweetness is not this gifted comedian's strong suit, and in its place Mr. Kattan offers a desperate eagerness to please, a far less charming quality.- The New York Times
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Dave Kehr
Spectators will indeed sit open-mouthed before the screen, not screaming but yawning.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
Buried in the slow, talky, inanities that the two stars exchange are some potentially interesting ideas about female sexual self-assertion and male surrender, but neither the actors nor the filmmakers have any notion about how to explore them.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Throughout Happy Hour, observations that mean next to nothing are presented as nuggets of profound enlightenment.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
All it has in common with the original is a few dumb fun scares. In the new version, what we're left with after the scares is just plain dumb.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
The film equivalent of the dark, boring period on a haunted house ride before the gondola crashes into another room filled with dirty mirrors.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
Does occasionally rise out of the sewer of its self-imposed idiocy, ascending in brief moments from utter witlessness to half-witlessness, mostly thanks to the loose comic byplay between Mr. Black and Mr. Zahn.- The New York Times
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Dave Kehr
Does little more than add another title to the very long list of movies influenced by George Romero's 1968 horror classic, "Night of the Living Dead."- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Because it unfolds like a garish hybrid of Simon Birch and What Dreams May Come, with some horror-movie touches thrown in to keep us from nodding off, "The Sixth Sense" appears to have been concocted at exactly the moment Hollywood was betting on supernatural schmaltz.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
A film so family-safe it feels sheathed in plastic Bubble Wrap. Unfortunately, it's not even as much fun as popping the bubbles. It doesn't matter that the film is less than 90 minutes. It still feels like a prison stretch.- The New York Times
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Lawrence Van Gelder
Comes off as noisy and ill conceived, long on morphing monsters, short on storytelling talent and uneven in its efforts at animation.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Deteriorates into a gory shoot-'em-up gangster movie with a quick-fix ending that leaves many threads dangling. It could have been something more.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
You might be tempted to say, "Huh?" Or, if you're in the theater, to leave. But wait -- there's less.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
The delicate magic of, for instance, Hayao Miyazaki's "Spirited Away," which Disney released earlier this fall, is absent from this brainless, mechanical picture.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Sadly, Mr. Smith has made a movie so false and blatantly icky that it's the film equivalent of making goo-goo noises and chucking a baby under the chin for 103 minutes. At the end, all you're left with is drool and a mountain of baby powder.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
"Queen" is a movie that stoops to jokes like calling Lestat's CD "a monster hit"; the movie is just a plain old monster.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
Mr. Deeds is mostly terrible, a shambles of a comedy that looks as if it was shot by a tabloid news crew.- The New York Times
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Dave Kehr
While "Dumb and Dumber" possessed a bracing, genuine vulgarity, this new film is more often merely disgusting as it piles up jokes involving various bodily discharges and the unpleasant things that can be done with them.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
Unfortunately, all of these supremely expressive vehicles come equipped with drivers, principally a pair of crash-test dummies played by Paul Walker and Tyrese, whose low-gear dialogue makes the whine of engines sound like the highest poetry.- The New York Times
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Dave Kehr
There's not much for the viewer to do during God, Sex & Apple Pie except check off the obligatory plot points -- taking comfort in the thought that as each cliché appears, the film is one step closer to the blessed relief of its closing credits.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
All hope is lost for those trapped in theaters with this picture.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
So clogged with kooky gadgetry and special effects and glitter and goo that watching it feels like being gridlocked at Toys "R" Us during the Christmas rush.- The New York Times
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Dave Kehr
The film strains mightily to be flashy and hip but finishes more in the realm of the merely distasteful.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Man, does this one make the first movie look like a masterpiece. What was Renée Zellweger thinking? It can't have been fun to put on all that weight, especially for a film as ghastly as this.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
A moth-eaten stranded-in-the-desert yarn that throws in every cheap trick in the manual to pump up your heartbeat, is so manipulative that the involuntary jolts of adrenaline it produces make you feel like a fool.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
What makes this nonsense more galling than usual is that while Ladder 49 might have started out as a heartfelt attempt to honor those in the line of literal fire, it weighs in as an attempt to exploit their post-Sept. 11 symbolism.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
If National Treasure mattered at all, you might call it a national disgrace, but this piece of flotsam is so inconsequential that it amounts to little more than a piece of Hollywood accounting.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
All you really need to know about Say It Isn't So,the latest flatulent noisemaker from the Farrelly Brothers' gross-out comedy factory, is that late in the movie, Chris Klein punches a cow from behind and finds his arm stuck inside.- The New York Times
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Dave Kehr
A tedious, not-at-all titillating exploitation film.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
That Garfield speaks in the supercilious, world-weary drawl of Bill Murray is some small consolation, as are a few of the animal tricks.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
A patchwork of contrived naughtiness and forced pathos...The loose ends are neatly tied up, as they are when you seal a bag of garbage -- or if you prefer, rubbish.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
But after 15 minutes, this yellow-orange vision of spiraling circles of hell, snorting devils and demonic shapes continually morphing out of one another, begins to seem redundant and conceptually impoverished.- The New York Times
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Ned Martel
Use experts and eyewitnesses to less rousing effect than Michael Moore has. Sometimes their arguments inspire unintended doubts about the alleged abuses.- The New York Times
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Vincent Canby
It is spectacularly out of touch, a laughably earnest attempt to impose heroic attitudes on some nice, small characters purloined from a ''young-adult'' novel by S.E. Hinton, the woman who wrote the novel on which ''Tex'' was based.- The New York Times
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Vincent Canby
Cocktail, which opens today at the Cinema 2 and other theaters, is ''Saturday Night Fever'' without John Travolta, the Bee-Gees and dancing. It is an inane romantic drama that only a very young, very naive bartender could love. How it got that way is difficult to understand.- The New York Times
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Vincent Canby
Harlem Nights is not the disaster some people might have been expecting. Mr. Murphy has appeared in far worse films written and directed by people much more experienced.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
Blends the least of Woody Allen with a plot complication out of "Love, American Style," stuck together with sitcom glue.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
"Ouch!" is also what you might exclaim as you pinch yourself to stay awake through the film's slow, labored contrivances.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
The director has fallen into the common first-timer's trap of biting off more than he can chew, stitching together an unwieldy, disorganized story out of subplots and flashbacks, without paying enough attention to the basic requirements of character and narrative.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
It is all a contrivance; the cast and filmmakers were under the delusion that putting unhappy women in a room would lead to drama.- The New York Times
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Dave Kehr
Though Mr. Hayata seems convinced that he is a colorful, romantic figure, the movie itself is crushingly mundane and unlikely to attract any audience beyond close relatives.- The New York Times
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Lawrence Van Gelder
Monotonously paced and too long, Jersey Guy also suffers in its early scenes from attempts at humor that probably read better on the page than they play on the screen.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Played in a loud sketch-comedy style that might be described as "Gay Mad TV." The haranguing, badly acted farce wears out its comic welcome within half an hour.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Mr. Moodysson may believe that he can stick it to the audience politically by sticking it to his characters. But like most film directors who commit to this strategy, his tactics come across as both naïve and wildly self-indulgent, while his fascination with the spectacle of the corrupt and the cruel is simply tedious.- The New York Times
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Laura Kern
A modern-day "Big Chill" wannabe without the subtlety, humor, memorable soundtrack, strong performances or convincing dialogue.- The New York Times
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The film is so clumsily written and directed, and the performances so one-note, that any potential for enlightenment is suffocated.- The New York Times
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The title role is played by Ariana Savalas, daughter of Telly. She's good, but not inventive enough to rescue Miriam, which is hobbled by flatly lighted video imagery, unconvincing period details and an inclination to wallow in atrocity.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
The film calls attention to its own artificial status. It actually knows it’s a movie! What a clever, tricky game! What fun! What a fraud.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Plods along in its sloppy, joshing way, it tastes like pasta sauce that has sat on the shelf long after the expiration date on the can.- The New York Times
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Nathan Lee
This sort of thing was indulgent enough the first time around; transplanted to the mumblecore milieu, it's intolerable.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Trafficking in irresponsible inferences and unsupported conclusions, the filmmaker Brent Leung offers himself as suave docent through a globe-trotting pseudo-investigation that should raise the hackles of anyone with even a glancing knowledge of the basic rules of reasoning.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
The problem -- the catastrophe -- of The Last Airbender is not in the conception but the execution. The long-winded explanations and clumsy performances are made worse by graceless effects and a last-minute 3-D conversion that wrecks whatever visual grace or beauty might have been there.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
You are not, in a movie like this, supposed to think too much; you are supposed to be transported beyond skepticism on a wave of pure, tacky feeling. Instead, in this case, you drown in sentimental, ghoulish nonsense.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Robert Kane Pappas’s documentary about scientific experiments in life extension, makes a digressive, disorganized hash of a fascinating topic.- The New York Times
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Neil Genzlinger
The premise had promise, but Baghdad, Texas, a clumsy comedy directed by David H. Hickey, quickly disappoints with an inconsistent tone and painful overacting.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Substituting sex for suspense and pop music for ideas, the director Christian E. Christiansen drags The Roommate from limp beginning to lame conclusion.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Best appreciated drunk or otherwise impaired, Satan Hates You is the kind of horror movie that appears to have been shot in someone's basement using a box of old Halloween costumes.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Short-circuits the novel's quirky charms and period atmosphere by its squeamish attitude toward gritty circus life and smothers the drama under James Newton Howard's insufferable wall-to-wall musical soup.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Really, how slovenly is it to use invisible aliens? If you're going to tease us with nothing but pinwheels of light for three-quarters of the film, you'd better have one heck of a reveal up your sleeve.- The New York Times
- Posted Dec 26, 2011
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Neil Genzlinger
The director, John Gulager, has no idea how to mix his ingredients to create a savvy self-parody.- The New York Times
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