For 20,311 reviews, this publication has graded:
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49% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 4.2 points lower than other critics.
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Average Movie review score: 61
| Highest review score: | Short Cuts | |
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| Lowest review score: | Gummo |
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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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Stephen Holden
Feels like a desperate attempt to stretch a flimsy half-hour made-for-cable concept into a feature film.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
This dissociation leaves the supporting cast to its own devices, with no one suffering more than the appealing Eva Mendes as Johnny's true love, Roxanne. If Ms. Mendes ever finds a director willing to allow her to perform with her shirts fully buttoned, there will be no stopping her.- The New York Times
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The director, James Wan, and the writer, Leigh Whannell (the team behind the controversially brutal "Saw" series), deliver the mandatory shocks and gross-outs, backed by dissonant bursts of music and made almost elegant by the cinematographer John R. Leonetti's desaturated images.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
The sloppy, absent-minded Premonition is a giant step backward for Ms. Bullock.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
The director, as he showed in movies like "After Dark, My Sweet," and "Fear," specializes in conjuring conspiratorial atmospheres in which anxiety and sexual menace hang in the air like a heavy, bitter perfume. Long after you've dismissed the movie's ridiculous, convoluted story, traces of that scent may linger.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
This banal horror retread involves a couple of critters flailing inside a sticky trap for what is, in effect, the big-screen equivalent of a roach motel.- The New York Times
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Andy Webster
Perhaps the people most insulted are white Southerners, who presumably are expected to embrace one whopping brain-dead metaphor.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
A tiresome blend of overacting and underwriting, The Salon moves from one predictable conversation to another -- the lack of available black men, the wondrousness of Bill Clinton -- without originality or comic rhythm.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
A scare movie about gambling addiction, is as grim and lurid as any in the recent spate of films about the evils of crystal meth.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Sweetness and whimsy fill the screen to capacity in I'm Reed Fish, a rural coming-of-age tale that's so laid-back that its cast is almost horizontal.- The New York Times
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Laura Kern
Mr. Roth, part of a new breed of horror directors affectionately labeled the "Splat Pack," is regarded by some as a savior of the genre, though it could be argued that he is more effectively a saboteur. He might have mastered the cheap sadism-as-entertainment gross-out, but he has yet to produce a single genuine, old-fashioned fright.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
This existentially and aesthetically unnecessary sequel to the equally irrelevant if depressingly successful "Fantastic Four."- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Doesn’t seem as if it would translate easily to the big screen. It hasn't.- The New York Times
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Rachel Saltz
There’s probably more wit and pointed social commentary in the average four-minute OutKast song than in the entirety of Who’s Your Caddy?- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Arriving as inevitably as puberty, Bratz introduces the swollen-headed, fashion-addicted dolls of the title to a live-action movie.- The New York Times
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