For 20,313 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
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| Lowest review score: | Gummo |
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A.O. Scott
It is one of the most engaging, morally unsettling political thrillers in quite some time, with the extra advantage of being true.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
More than anything, a Tyler Perry movie is an interactive experience, and Why Did I Get Married? is no exception. At the screening I attended, it was often difficult to hear the dialogue between bouts of enthusiastic applause and shouts of “You go, girl!”- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
The problem with We Own the Night is that it mistakes sentiment for profundity, and takes its ideas about character and fate more seriously than it takes its characters and their particular fates. “I feel light as a feather,” Bobby says in a crucial scene, at which point the movie starts to sink like a stone.- The New York Times
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Mr. Cheney and Mr. Ellis are so pleasantly nondescript that they make no particular impression. As a result, all the time spent on autobiographical detail and personal banter hampers the film’s urgency, and plays like an awkward attempt to justify a format that the filmmakers are too self-effacing to exploit.- The New York Times
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A trippy spectacle. It boldly tries to find visuals to describe complex metaphysical and political concepts. But the results often suggest aestheticized eye candy, along the lines of Ken Russell’s “Altered States” or Godfrey Reggio’s “Koyaanisqatsi” and its sequels.- The New York Times
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Rachel Saltz
A fascinating blend of musical, melodrama and feminist fairy tale, Laaga Chunari Mein Daag shows Bollywood’s moral universe in transition.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
You don’t have to know anything about Joy Division to grasp the mysterious sorrow at its heart.- The New York Times
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Andy Webster
It’s the subtexts -- about minority kinship and Hispanic self-actualization -- that resound. If only its fable (and leading man) didn’t keep getting in the way.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
A faux documentary grounded in ethnicity and mired in absurdity, Finishing the Game is a terrific idea still waiting to be fashioned into a real movie.- The New York Times
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There is no denying that the film, however inelegant, fills a need. The inevitable DVD should be packaged in a plain cardboard sleeve, so that viewers can carry it in their pockets and, if confronted by a homophobe, hand it over and say, “Watch this, then get back to me.”- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
The comedy of male midlife angst dates back at least to “The Seven-Year Itch,” when it was sweet and innocent. Each time it is recycled, it gets more sour and joyless.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Mr. Gilroy hasn’t reinvented the legal thriller here, but I doubt that was his intention; at its best and most ambitious, the film plays less like a variation on a Hollywood standard than a reappraisal. It’s a modest reappraisal, adult, sincere, intelligent, absorbing; it entertains without shame.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
Mr. Bar-Lev has made an excellent documentary, but it would have been better if he had not made it at all.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Feels passé and lacks a charismatic lead. Too bad Daniel Radcliffe is an only child.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
Somewhere between documentary and dramatization, fact and impression, Strange Culture molds one man’s tragedy into an engrossing narrative experiment that defies categorization.- The New York Times
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Neil Genzlinger
Gregory M. Wilson, the film’s director, has made the kind of movie that makes you wish you could rinse your brain in bleach, to wash all traces of it from your memory.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
One lesson of Lake of Fire is the galvanizing power of the visual image. Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words, and sometimes pictures are not enough.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
It’s hard to know who the audience might be for the documentary oddity Kurt Cobain About a Son, but I bet its subject, the guy who’s still being called on to entertain us even after his death, would have hated it.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
The Darjeeling Limited amounts finally to a high-end, high-toned tourist adventure. I don’t mean this dismissively; it would be hypocritical of me to deny the delights of luxury travel to faraway lands. And Mr. Anderson’s eye for local color — the red-orange-yellow end of the spectrum in particular — is meticulous and admiring.- The New York Times
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Jeannette Catsoulis
An eagerly prurient dip into the sex-trafficking trough, Trade teeters between earnest exposé and salacious melodrama. Minus the film’s near-visible weight of conscience, success in the second category would have been virtually guaranteed.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
A more accurate name for Feast of Love might be “Feast of Breasts.” At every opportunity, Mr. Benton turns the camera on his actresses’ gleaming torsos. These beautifully lighted soft-core teases lend an erotic frisson to a movie that in most other ways feels enervated.- The New York Times
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The movie is so likable that it glides over its many plot holes... The film’s direction, by Andy Fickman, is raucous but never crass, and the affable Mr. Johnson is committed to every moment.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
The result is a slick, brutishly effective genre movie: “Syriana” for dummies. Which is not entirely a put-down.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Lust, Caution -- a truer title would be “Caution: Lust” -- is a sleepy, musty period drama about wartime maneuvers and bedroom calisthenics, and the misguided use of a solid director.- The New York Times
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Stephen Holden
Like most documentary polemics, it simplifies the issues it confronts and selects facts that bolster its black-and-white, heroes-and-villains view of raw economic power.- The New York Times
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In its modest way, Outsourced may be unique: a charming culture-clash romance that could be taught in business schools.- The New York Times
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A.O. Scott
Though the film’s structure may be tragic, its spirit is anything but.- The New York Times
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Manohla Dargis
Something wicked this way comes in the nifty horror film The Last Winter, crawling through the hallways and howling into the dread night.- The New York Times
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