Village Voice's Scores

For 11,162 reviews, this publication has graded:
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  • 4% same as the average critic
  • 56% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 7.6 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Movie review score: 57
Highest review score: 100 Hooligan Sparrow
Lowest review score: 0 Followers
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11162 movie reviews
  1. What's on the screen is so dreadful that it inspires the ontological question "What are films and why is this not one of them?"
    • 36 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Too bad that when the filmmakers aren't busy accommodating cameo models and comedians, they seem to be dozing off at the handlebars. Luckily, we're watching from a different side of the highway.
  2. Not only microwaves what is already four-day-old fish in Paris, but lets the original director, screenwriters, and stars do the reheating.
  3. It's nauseating, unfunny stuff, unmitigated by the revelation that Griffin's mom physically abused him.
  4. Takes its heroine, Lisa (Van Dyck), to the neurotic brink.
  5. Even at 70 minutes, The Charcoal People becomes repetitive and hopeless.
  6. Levin's Brooklyn Babylon, set during a hot summer in Crown Heights, is an ethnic-strife tract as thuddingly didactic as his previous "Whiteboys."
  7. Hammer betrays a tiresome attachment to cross-cutting ladyporn with antiquated educational filmstrips, to no real end but snarky giggles.
  8. Ends up waddling its way toward gentler, mistier climes, stopping just shy of "Doubtfire" country. It doesn't run out of smelly steam so much as downshift and become a different movie.
  9. An out-of-body experience for its viewers as well as its heroine.
  10. Sidesteps any juicy subtext in favor of routine chase-movie thrills.
  11. An oafish wish-fulfillment wankfest.
  12. A bad one-night stand endured with a jailbroke cad and his put-upon travel-agent pal that hinges somewhat on the characters' impression that Frank Sinatra is still among us.
  13. Too bad the central bedfellowship never gels, and Franc. Reyes's script turns a dissection of ambition into "Sleeping With the Enemy"-style nonsense.
  14. Hamming shamelessly as Berowne, Branagh is overseasoned for his part ... he's as desperate as a veteran social director at a Catskills hotel about to fold.
  15. Doyle loves bad jokes and his story has no rhyme or reason, dissolving in its last third into a bungled heist and jailhouse face-off.
  16. Mushy and musty itself, A Piece of Eden takes an eternity...this time to cheat and shortcut its way to lesser Frank Capra moments without the gritty touch of, say, a Garry Marshall.
  17. Grows increasingly slack and silly.
  18. Hovers between mythic poetry and earthbound grit; the result is an inert, drably florid spectacle.
  19. Unable to capture either its wit, psychological acuity, or formal rigor, the movie essentially reduces the schematic, seesaw narrative to doomy clichés.
    • 37 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Maudlin, irritating marital drama.
  20. A cat-and-dog romantic squabbler so garbled you'd need a centrifuge to sort things out.
  21. Energetic and thoroughly brainless.
  22. Writers are only interesting for what they've written, and for that you'll have to go read.
  23. Wildflowers is the only brand of requiem the '60s get anymore -- worshipful and ass-backward.
  24. For a few brief moments, it's the bravest work this Hollywood gargoyle (Hawn) has ever done.
  25. The would-be cult classic Don't Ask Don't Tell may be a "refried film," but that's no excuse for stale jokes.
    • 66 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    This plodding serial-killer procedural grafts hand-me-down malevolence onto a standard rookie-veteran police yarn, the results of which yield nary a fright, let alone a goose pimple.
  26. Less awful than inert, Claire Dolan comes across as a willfully bad movie.
  27. An arthritic exercise in self-pleasurement.
  28. In this visually malnourished film, quirks substitute for character.
  29. Can't surmount its own ineptitude.
  30. Just when you think it can't get any worse, Maze rams home a body blow -- equating the involuntary spasms of Tourette's with the ungovernable impulses of the heart.
  31. Wanders all over the map thematically and stylistically, and borrows heavily from Lynch, Jeunet, and von Trier while failing to find a spark of its own.
    • 47 Metascore
    • 20 Reviewed by
      Ed Park
    Posner's dishearteningly unsophisticated treatment itself rings false.
  32. Predictably soulless techno-tripe, this Bruckheimer-in-a-can thriller is leavened only by the ludicrous notion of Chris Rock playing separated twins.
  33. Bloated loquaciousness, damp self-absorption, and defensive reflexiveness on display here.
  34. It's the casting of Liam Neeson as the nervous breakdown that turns the movie to asphalt -- it's like watching Andre the Giant play Woody Allen.
    • 37 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    The humor is even more geriatric than the cast.
  35. Figgis's frenetic and grossly self-aggrandizing adaption of Strindberg's worse-for-wear two-hander about the battle between the sexes and the classes.
  36. Danny Provenzano's mafioso melodrama is the immoral vanity project to end immoral vanity projects.
    • 36 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    First-timer Coury's fast pace can't outrun Joseph Triebwasser's predictable script, saddled with mobster clichés and queer stereotypes.
  37. A shallow Brazilian trifle.
  38. Another mystery that gives up its secrets all too quickly, Till Human Voices Wake Us is named for a T.S. Eliot line -- and it proves a woefully evocative title for this snoozy supernatural pastoral.
  39. With no irony and no plot beyond Girls Have Band, Voss reduces Kali and Fauna to earnest Janus faces of Hole's schizo aesthetic.
    • 42 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Shot on crummy DV and told via flashbacks, the film largely plays out like a Reagan-era "Citizen Kane." Common sense wrecks even the film's funniest bit, and the director's nausea-inducing camera observes the hysteria in perpetual pan-and-scan.
  40. With a few exceptions, most of the laughs in Stardom are cheap...and worse, the ideas beyond platitudinous.
  41. While Strand's gay-shorts series took a tentative step toward maturity with 2000's “Boys Life 3,” this fourth anthology represents a full-blown regression.
  42. A painfully earnest case of generic romance spiced with queerness.
  43. Apparently fallen victim to the transparent damage-control tactics of studios in possession of perceived stinkers.
  44. Choppy, overlong documentary.
  45. Hudson keeps the movie rambling and episodic, deferring to the imposing backdrop whenever possible.
  46. I'd take the stakes driven right through my platform pumps over listening to Bruce Vilanch jokes, but that's me.
  47. "Every work of art is an uncommitted crime," Theodor Adorno once wrote. This one is more of a botched misdemeanor.
  48. The jerry-rigged result is a trite espionage thriller without the thrills but with a lingering measure of nausea.
  49. Blackboards is both shrill and soporific, and because everything is repeated five or six times, it can seem tiresomely simpleminded.
  50. Indifferently written, passably acted, resourcefully shot in video with enlivening splashes of local color.
    • 38 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Suffers from a serious case of sophomore slump.
    • 35 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Cruella is once again bent on collecting enough puppy skins to fashion the frock of her dreams. And once again, yawn.
    • 48 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Sugar & Spice struggles with the existential challenge of individuating five perky white heterosexual girls wearing identical aquamarine miniskirts and halter tops. And that's before they put on their latex "Betty" masks.
    • 31 Metascore
    • 20 Reviewed by
      Ed Park
    Though it's high time for a probing drama that illuminates the labyrinth of America's immigration system, those responsible for Green Card Fever should have their artistic licenses revoked.
  51. Less "Freaky Friday" than just plain freaky.
  52. So hackneyed and so condescending to its potential audience (adult women) that even Lifetime might hesitate before running it.
  53. The movie is trite like the ocean is big.
  54. Manure of a relatively clover-scented variety, George Hickenlooper's The Man From Elysian Fields is at primal odds with itself.
  55. A cockeyed shot all the way.
    • 33 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    With its superficial script, toneless direction, and unadmirable intentions...Diamonds is inappropriate for audiences of all ages.
    • 45 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    It's shot like a Lifetime-influenced student film, and the overall artlessness makes the spoony dialogue all the more glaring.
  56. Simply less campily moronic than its predecessor, a tired kill-by-numbers.
  57. Dreary adventure. Parents, be forewarned: No talking equines means more songs, and the viselike soundtrack might be someone's idea of a cruel joke: hoarse whisperer Bryan Adams.
  58. Strangely, there's no thrust and parry to this potentially heavyweight mind game. The effect is more like a tennis match in which every feebly contested point ends with an unforced error.
  59. Cryptic, pseudo-poetic asides come across as merely pretentious: Repeated cutaways to statues will not make your film "Contempt," nor will fleeting references to serial killers make it "Don't Look Now."
    • 31 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Imagines Heaven and Hell as places so deeply mired in the business-as-usual hassles of earthly life that the battle between good and evil becomes a downright dull affair.
  60. Mark Hanlon's ridiculous and repellent hash of "Repulsion" and "Psycho," with scenic elements of "Seven" thrown in for good measure.
  61. The script is worse than slack, and despite its lurid premise, Bully doesn't have "Kids" tabloid immediacy.
  62. Without a scorcher like Pam Grier, the sub-NYPD Blue dialogue and acting dilute what could have been a shrieking wake-up call about for-profit prisons.
  63. Bizarre, confused, sanctimonious manure that makes Lurie's own "The Contender" look responsible by comparison.
  64. A mishmash of life-insurance commercials and Ronald Reagan campaign spots, this sexless orgy of self-congratulation is designed to make you feel good about Hollywood, America, and Jim Carrey -- not to mention the nation's motion picture exhibitors, who are praised at one point as the antithesis of Soviet Communism.
  65. A creakily mechanical B-noir.
  66. As matinee probations go, the movie's tainted by too many bad songs and too much of Bruce Willis.
  67. The only flicker of thematic interest -- AM radio obsession as psychopathology -- is duly subsumed into a sea of desperate soundtrack come-ons.
  68. Endearingly pretentious -- as if it swallowed a thick brick of Beckett and can't pass the uncooperative Beckettian stool.
  69. Sodden mess, a mutation-invasion movie that passes "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes!" going south.
  70. The film slips into a coma early on and never awakens.
    • 36 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Cookbook banks on the humor of its caricatures and the heft of its moral dilemma, but because it never develops its characters beyond types, it comes off as flat and forced throughout.
    • 51 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Kills time between car chases and martial-arts bouts with random scuba-diving footage apparently culled from producer–co-writer Luc Besson's "The Big Blue."
  71. Child abuse, domestic violence, and the struggles of single mothers deserve better treatment than this.
  72. Cloaks a familiar anti-feminist equation (career - kids = misery) in tiresome romantic-comedy duds.
    • 29 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    The movie contains exactly two chuckle-worthy moments.
  73. The shabby metaphysics and complete absence of internal logic are perhaps meant to charm, but only add to the eye-gouging irritant factor.
  74. The Allen persona has always blurred the distinction between his art and his life. Still, one would scarcely expect Allen's attempt to satirize daily life in the National Entertainment State to be this tired, sour, and depressed.
  75. So amateurish that its awkward Whoopi Goldberg cameo actually adds a touch of class, Showboy is an ill-conceived, often implausible hybrid of fact and fiction.
  76. The barf stream of gay jokes, pussy jokes, fat wife jokes, more gay jokes, and walrus penis jokes ends up making you pine for Lucy's gift of forgetting.
  77. A numb, oddly dispassionate trudge toward predestined doom, inevitable in all the wrong ways.
  78. Wright's "British" accent elicits the only shudders.
  79. Plunging headfirst into mush at every opportunity, Marshall brings out the worst in his actors.
    • 42 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Holy Man's traipse through the wilds of consumerism and higher purpose must have seemed like a chance for the proverbial stretch, but not even Eddie can save this ill-conceived mess of a movie.
  80. The best that can be said about director Christine Lahti's feature debut is that it doesn't fall into any ready category.
  81. Though a relatively sober essay on criminal organization, Tycoon is also thoroughly pulpy -- that is, crass, unimaginative, corner-cutting, and simplistic, with the visual vocabulary of daytime soap.
    • 35 Metascore
    • 20 Reviewed by
      Ed Park
    "X is to Y, as this shit is to boring."

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