For 20,278 reviews, this publication has graded:
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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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Vincent Canby
With Still Smokin', Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong are scraping the bottom of their barrel and finding only bits and pieces of the characters and comedy routines that were so successful in their earlier films, including ''Up in Smoke,'' ''Nice Dreams'' and ''Cheech and Chong's Next Movie.'' [7 May 1983, p.16]- The New York Times
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A comedy so uninspired, so relentlessly awful that one occasionally laughs for it—more like a moo or a snort or a gagging noise—just to interrupt it a little or help it out of the room.- The New York Times
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Caryn James
The film features someone who walks like Jackie Mason, talks like Jackie Mason, does everything except make people laugh like Jackie Mason.- The New York Times
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Vincent Canby
My mind wasn't simply wandering during the film - it was ricocheting between the screen and the exit sign.- The New York Times
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Vincent Canby
ZAPPED! is a half-baked, rather retarded parody of Carrie and a number of other films that, using the awesome power of their ignorance, drove telekinesis into the ground.- The New York Times
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Glenn Kenny
Kin is insufferable, self-seriously combining shut-in nerdiness with wannabe macho pyrotechnics. It’s Bro Cinema in all the worst imaginable senses of the term.- The New York Times
- Posted Aug 30, 2018
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Teo Bugbee
Supercon offers lip service to fan culture, yet it is difficult to imagine who would enjoy watching this ill-conceived satire. Directed by Zak Knutson, who also contributed to the screenplay, the movie is careless with its setting, callous toward its characters and crass about its audience.- The New York Times
- Posted Apr 26, 2018
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Manohla Dargis
Actors make lousy choices all the time and if Like a Boss makes money no one will care that it’s formulaic, unfunny, choppy, insults women and seems to be missing much of its middle.- The New York Times
- Posted Jan 9, 2020
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Glenn Kenny
That such a woebegone project attracted such a largely first-rate cast is peculiar but not inexplicable; sometimes the urge to bite the hand that feeds you overwhelms your quality control filter.- The New York Times
- Posted Aug 23, 2018
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Walter Goodman
HOW did Eight Million Ways to Die commit suicide? Let us count the ways.- The New York Times
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Bilge Ebiri
To go with its bizarre plotting and shrill performances, the film seems to have been edited in a Cuisinart. But those are the least of its crimes.- The New York Times
- Posted Dec 5, 2018
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Vincent Canby
William Lustig is the film's director, and Joe Spinell, who plays the maniac, also collaborated on the screenplay (with C.A. Rosenberg) and wrote the original story. He is terrible in all capacities, though his performance is more immediately objectionable. Watching him act like a psychopathic killer with a mommy-complex is like watching someone else throw up.- The New York Times
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If Polar were a teenager, it might be content to chug Mountain Dew while playing first-person shooter games and trolling innocents online. Unfortunately, Polar is a movie, and if it has any redeeming qualities, it chooses to keep them a secret.- The New York Times
- Posted Jan 31, 2019
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Glenn Kenny
The details of the story, as they unfold, do not correspond with any dimension of reality. Character development is nonexistent. The sluggish rhythms, the awkward cuts, the unlovely cinematography cohere into what seems like the enactment of a pointless dream.- The New York Times
- Posted Jun 20, 2019
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Glenn Kenny
I suppose it’s a genuine achievement that a movie packed with as much delightful canine (and agreeable human) talent as this one should be so insufferable.- The New York Times
- Posted May 16, 2019
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Vincent Canby
It's an unfunny horror-filmparody with a cast headed by Richard Benjamin, Paula Prentiss and Severn Darden , directed and written by Howard R. Cohen, who shouldn't be trusted to park the cars of such people, much less make a movie with them.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
While you might leave with several unanswered questions, the most concerning one is how this fiasco was ever financed in the first place.- The New York Times
- Posted Jun 27, 2019
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Janet Maslin
One of the few things this listless bore of a film makes clear is that Mr. Penn, ever since his hilarious performance as a stoned surfer in Fast Times at Ridgemont High, has been greatly overrated.- The New York Times
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Elisabeth Vincentelli
If anything, the film emanates a startling ineptitude, unable as it is to clear some basic standards of craftsmanship.- The New York Times
- Posted Jul 18, 2019
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Jason Bailey
Each comic set piece decomposes on the screen, lifeless and hopeless.- The New York Times
- Posted Aug 16, 2019
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Glenn Kenny
As it lumbers to its climax, the movie delineates the border that separates the merely stale from the genuinely rancid. For all the heavy lifting The Fanatic does, it winds up on the weaker side of the divide.- The New York Times
- Posted Aug 29, 2019
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Glenn Kenny
If you want to make a movie that argues for stricter gun laws, or more conscientious nationwide mental health care, by all means go ahead. But this kind of morbid, witless scab-picking, capped by an oh-so-ironic choice of closing credits song, is worse than useless.- The New York Times
- Posted Oct 3, 2019
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Glenn Kenny
If you’re one of those people who believes the Tarantino of today still needs to “grow up,” this movie will provide an oblique but vivid insight into how much worse things might have been.- The New York Times
- Posted Oct 10, 2019
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Glenn Kenny
As nostalgic twaddle goes, “Me and Phil and the New Wave Girl” (I mean Pretenders) initially feels like an innocuous treatment of the joys and sorrows of cinephilia and young love. The sort of thing concocted by men whose collegiate experience taught them little beyond how to turn self-serving reminiscences into middling indie movies. Soon, though, it descends into several discrete modes of misogyny.- The New York Times
- Posted Oct 3, 2019
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Glenn Kenny
The movie’s finale offers a twist that ostensibly ameliorates the internal-logic complaints. But it most vividly registers as a rancid misogynist cherry atop a sloppy concoction of tired jump scares.- The New York Times
- Posted Oct 24, 2019
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Ben Kenigsberg
It is difficult to believe that an actual first encounter with interdimensional beings would be such a complete waste of time.- The New York Times
- Posted Oct 24, 2019
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Janet Maslin
THE actors in Transylvania 6-5000 seem to have the impression that they are doing something funny, though where they got that idea is anybody's guess. It cannot have come from the screenplay, which was written by Rudy DeLuca, who also directed the film, as a series of utterly listless comic setups. It's not that Mr. DeLuca has done anything wrong, exactly; it's simply that he never does anything right. There's no reason for this material to be funny, so, not surprisingly, it never is.- The New York Times
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Glenn Kenny
While Glanz is the only cast member who gets within swinging distance of charisma, Roberti’s chops as a romantic lead are lacking.- The New York Times
- Posted Apr 9, 2020
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Coarsely merging social-media critique and slasher comedy, this shallow take on the evils of internet addiction is as unoriginal as it is unfunny.- The New York Times
- Posted Aug 13, 2020
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