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Stephen Holden
The best and maybe the only use to be made of the catastrophic screen biography Modigliani is to serve as a textbook outline of how not to film the life of a legendary artist.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
The range of Ms. Locklear's lobotomized acting runs from mild irritation to mild melancholy, expressed without expression.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
The story is laughably incoherent, which would be less bothersome if the movie were not also so unremittingly pretentious.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
As the jaundiced, disjointed, drug-infested story heads toward its dismal conclusion, its reputable actors vainly struggle to infuse the goings-on with a deadpan psychotic zaniness. But even when viewed sideways, Perception is not funny; it's hardly anything at all.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
An early candidate for worst film of the year is Freedomland, an inept, lethally dull drama.- The New York Times
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Nathan Lee
From first frame to last, not a second of the film has a grip on reality. Structured around a series of blackouts and gross-outs, it is one long free fall through icky surrealism and underlighted nightmares. It takes us to the sort of world where hell is round the corner, secret doors abound and faux-blond policewomen outfit themselves in skin-tight leather.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
This delectable fusion of New Age babble and luridly bad filmmaking may not "open" you up, to borrow one of the film's favorite verbs, but it might leave your jaw slack and your belly sore from laughter.- The New York Times
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Nathan Lee
That's the one with a car that explodes and gets put back together by magic, right? Yeah, that’s pretty much the coolest part.- The New York Times
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Neil Genzlinger
When a movie aspires to be gay pornography but can't even manage that, well, you know you've got a bad movie.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
A Viagra suppository for compulsive action fetishists and a movie that may not only be dumb in itself, but also the cause of dumbness in others.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Silly, slack and unforgivably tedious, Thomas Harris's screenplay is padded with interminable flashbacks and a bombastic score that telegraphs every emotion Hannibal represses. And there are a lot of them.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
The only thing that kept me watching License to Wed until the end (apart from being paid to do so) was the faith, perhaps misplaced, that I will not see a worse movie this year.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Because its director, Tom Vaughan, brings nothing of interest to the movie, including filmmaking, there isn't anything to say other than to note its insulting ugliness and ineptitude.- The New York Times
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Nathan Lee
Infantile, irreverent and boorish to the max, Postal explodes with bad attitude and lousy filmmaking.- The New York Times
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Rachel Saltz
It's depressingly self-conscious and turgid, and a cast that includes Dennis Hopper, David Carradine, Michael Madsen and Eric Balfour can't drag Hell Ride out of the mire.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
It's no wonder the faithful continue to forsake the movies, given junky embarrassments like Nights in Rodanthe.- The New York Times
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Nathan Lee
Skips back and forth in time, trying to piece together who did what, when and why. The only question really worth asking here: Who cares?- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Not even the august presence of Maximilian Schell can dispel the odor of fusty smut that clings to House of the Sleeping Beauties, a clammy meditation on sex, death and the endless fascination of unclothed innocence.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
The movie’s most disturbing aspect, of which the filmmakers could not have been unaware, is the physical resemblance between Mr. Elba and Ms. Larter to O. J. and Nicole Brown Simpson. It lends Obsessed a distasteful taint of exploitation.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
So shameless in its pandering, sentimental vision of Frenchness as to constitute something of a national embarrassment.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
If you thought Abu Ghraib was a laugh riot then you might love Observe and Report, a potentially brilliant conceptual comedy that fizzles because its writer and director, Jody Hill, doesn't have the guts to go with his spleen.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
A junky-looking romantic comedy that’s neither remotely romantic nor passably comic.- The New York Times
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Andy Webster
The film would be a mere nuisance if not for its shameless exploitation of school shootings to advance its agenda.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
Has the dreary one-track banality of a feature-length version of an episode of "Red Shoe Diaries," Showtime's series for people who like soft core but are too lazy to leave the house.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
The only people who could be surprised at this movie will be those who wandered into the wrong multiplex theater by mistake.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Teeters from a noisy sitcom (only one step removed from "The Beverly Hillbillies") to brickbat satire until it collapses in a pool of redemptive mush.- The New York Times
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Dave Kehr
A youth comedy so relentlessly sordid and depressing that it's likely to send its audience straight into the arms of the nearest psycho-pharmacologist.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Beneath its studiedly ugly surface, this bargain-basement answer to "Thelma and Louise" is as loathsome as any mindless, blood-drenched Hollywood action-adventure yarn.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
It is the kind of film that only a certain breed of cinematic cultist could tolerate. Its grade-school-level acting, for instance, is so rudimentary that it makes the cast of "The Blair Witch Project" (which Ice From the Sun seems to be consciously parodying at times) appear Stanislavskian.- The New York Times
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Lawrence Van Gelder
Brilliant film of nature has been warped into something jarringly unnatural.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
The moment the movie loses its lighthearted spirit is the moment it loses touch with reality- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
This stomach-turning exercise in gratuitous sadism -- wears a nasty smirk on its face right down to its end title comment, "Gotcha."- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
The film isn't even as good as the second-rate game it is based on, which is nothing but a shootout.- The New York Times
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Lawrence Van Gelder
When it comes to entertainment, children deserve better than Pokémon 4Ever.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
By the end, even the irrepressible Mr. Foxx seems tired and defeated, and we can only hope he perks up in time for his next movie.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
Just as the vast, square Imax screen magnifies panda-haunches and steep, jungle-clad gorges, its relentless scale also enlarges a half-baked, mediocre little adventure story into something almost grotesquely bad.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
Few people other than future airline passengers should be subjected to such misery.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Although the concept seems promising enough, it is undone by disastrous casting decisions and an utter lack of ensemble unity.- The New York Times
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Lawrence Van Gelder
A mound of standard-issue parent-child conflicts and enough self-help cliches to drive Polonius to the aquavit barrel at Elsinore.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
It's the element of condescension, as the filmmakers look down on their working-class subjects from their lofty perch, that finally makes Sex With Strangers so distasteful.- The New York Times
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Anita Gates
The film is painfully boring and funny in the wrong places.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
Extremely good-looking people tend to be shallow, self-involved and not very bright. Let's call this statement what it is: a form of prejudice, a stereotype. It is, sadly, a stereotype that Down to You does everything in its power to promote.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
Not only is it excruciatingly boring -- but its central premises are so banal and dubious as to border on offensiveness.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
If Boat Trip were screened on a cruise ship, most of the passengers would be dog-paddling back to shore.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
Chandler's script has, by my count, exactly one sort-of-funny line and not a single scene whose comic possibilities are successfully exploited.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
Ops is too brain-dead to play the incognito war criminal segment for comedy, although when Will is seen thumbing through the pages of a newspaper called USA Daily, the picture has inadvertently tumbled down a Mad magazine wormhole.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
A confusedly misconceived hybrid of interracial buddy comedy and imitation Marx Brothers farce.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
The cast of The Core deserve Oscar nominations just for being able to speak most of the lines without succumbing to the chortles.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
The movie's computer animation is so cut-rate and its direction (by Joe Chappelle) so slack that the attacks are virtually terror-free.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
It's instructive to compare Bully with Jean-Pierre Ameris's "Bad Company," which tackles similar themes and manages to be explicit without stooping to cheap salaciousness. It's a genuinely disturbing film. Bully, in contrast, is merely disgusting.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
As this chaotic barrage of muscle flexing, swordplay, fireballs, crude digital effects and comic-book quips hurls itself off the screen, it's like having several garbage cans clogged with stale pizza, lukewarm cola, soggy French fries and greasy, ketchup-stained napkins emptied over your head.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
Strands one of the most gifted casts assembled in some time. Sadly, though many of the actors throw off a spark or two when they first appear, they can't generate enough heat in this cold vacuum of a comedy to start a reaction.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
So poorly written, badly acted and ineptly directed that it denies you even the modest pleasure of making fun of it.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
Snow Dogs is, even by the standards of a tradition that includes "Son of Flubber" and "The Shaggy D.A.," remarkably inept.- The New York Times
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Not a satire of the idiocy of professional wrestling, but a long, self-satisfied wallow in it.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
So minimally plotted that not only does it lack subtext or context, but it also may be the world's first movie without even a text.- The New York Times
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Lawrence Van Gelder
Not very funny, intellignet or grippingly plotted, it is likely to appeal only to those who think that anything to do with marijuana - smoking, sharing, stealing or selling - constitutes the Everest of rip-roaring hilarity. [17 Jan 1998]- The New York Times
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To say that this movie is true to life is only to say that it's banal, boring and confusing.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
What sets this syrupy swatch of kitsch apart from other films peddling a dogmatic religious agenda is the serious money that obviously went into it.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
So lazy and slipshod it confuses the mere flashing of kinky soft-core imagery with naughty fun.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
A dreary crash of malapropisms and slapstick maimings wrapped very loosely around a murder mystery.- The New York Times
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Looks like a big-budget version of a Miller's Genuine Draft commercial.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
Both grueling and dull. Imagine (if possible) a Pasolini film without passion or politics, or an Almodóvar movie without beauty or humor, and you have some idea of the glum, numb experience of watching O Fantasma.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Every truly awful movie epic has a point of no return, a moment when the accumulated bad lines and bogus sentimentality become so cloying that the best defense against a mounting queasiness is an awed amusement. The Postman, offers a new opportunity for levity every few minutes after its first hour.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Why Mr. Foxx, who was so impressive in "Any Given Sunday," chose to make a movie so boring and idiotic that it barely meets minimal standards of lowest- common-denominator entertainment.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
As the movie dragged on, I thought I heard a mysterious voice, and felt myself powerfully drawn toward the light -- the light of the exit sign. I have returned from the beyond to warn you: this movie is 90 minutes long, and life is too short.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Spike Lee carries his political exasperation beyond outrage into chaos. The carelessness with which he hurls his feelings about hot-button topics onto the screen is the filmmaking equivalent of last-ditch marketing: grab everything in sight, roll it up into a big messy mud ball, and hurl it against the wall, hoping that something sticks.- The New York Times
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Janet Maslin
It's a film to gall fans of the old television series and perplex anyone else.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
As good as cut-rate animation that seems to consist of screen savers can be.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Once Ice-T sticks his mug in the window of the couple's BMW and begins haranguing the wife in bad stage dialogue, all credibility flies out the window.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
Lacks the wit to do anything new and instead recycles tired jokes and attitudes.- The New York Times
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Dave Kehr
Plays more like a catalog than a movie... a tedious, unimaginative affair.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
After about 20 minutes of "Thing," a concussion begins to look enormously appealing.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
Endure the long, slow, unraveling of this movie, which can't even muster the intelligence to be pretentious or the bravado to be amusingly bad.- The New York Times
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Lawrence Van Gelder
Mostly dross, an unintentionally hilarious compendium of time-tested cinematic clichés that illustrates the chasm between hopeful imitation and successful duplication.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
What better to do with such a quiet, majestic landscape than to liven it up with the noise and vulgarity of lowest-common-denominator American pop culture?- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
Wants to be sweet and dark at the same time, but it is as distant as a planet's satellite.- The New York Times
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Lawrence Van Gelder
Throughout this lame film, directed by Stephen Kessler and written by Elisa Bell, situations are developed -- complicated directions to a hotel room, Clark clinging to the face of Hoover Dam, Ellen the object of Mr. Newton's seductive charm -- and left to wither without a payoff.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
A witless, gruesome barrage of jokey violence and lame trans-Atlantic humor, kept moving by the pointless, derivative kineticism of Mr. Yu's hyperactive cuts and splices.- The New York Times
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Dana Stevens
As five or six bad movies squished together, it almost seems like a bargain.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
It is painful to watch an actor as skillful as Mr. Dorff reduced to delivering flat repetitive dialogue that would make any actor look foolish.- The New York Times
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Vincent Canby
It's not the worst movie ever made; it just seems to be. Its 134 minutes induce a state of simulated brain death, an effect as easily attained in half the time by staring at the blinking lights on a Christmas tree.- The New York Times
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