Village Voice's Scores

For 11,162 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 40% higher than the average critic
  • 4% same as the average critic
  • 56% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 7.5 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
Score distribution:
11162 movie reviews
  1. Boorish and flatulent.
  2. Amy
    Plumbs new depths of craven heartstring-yanking.
    • 13 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    Cindy Crawford is not the worst thing about Fair Game. Her fully poseable action-figure performance is about what you'd expect: studied and empty at the same time. Far worse is Fair Game's script. [14 Nov 1995]
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  3. This smoothly odious piece of work, written by Frank Cottrell Boyce and directed by Michael Winterbottom, posits the self-consciously repellent Plummer as a sort of Valerie Solanas-inflected version of the Florida serial killer Aileen Wournos. [7 May 1996]
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    • 16 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    The formula has stayed the same, but Murphy isn't the Foley of 10 years ago. The only thing that remains is his patented Chic-let grin. [7 Jun 1994]
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  4. The film isn't short on ideas, it's just that those ideas are dumbfoundingly pretentious and trite.
  5. The Pillow Book's pretentions are boundless, for all its desperate fashion and layered imagery, it's a staggering bore-as vacantly petulant as Kate Moss's stare. [10 Jun 1997]
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  6. Convoluted, overstuffed, turned up to 11, and yet, somehow, deadly dull--in other words, white noise.
    • 34 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    The only rationale for the production seems to be that the pair were gay, and therein lies the main problem with this uninspired example of queer-film-festival filler.
  7. Griffin and Solvang's obliviousness, and the filmmakers' habit of mugging condescendingly while conducting interviews doesn't help either.
    • 29 Metascore
    • 10 Reviewed by
      Ed Park
    It's about following your dreams, no matter what your parents think. Socrates motions for hemlock.
    • 58 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    As predictable as a segment of "MTV Spring Break," which at least doesn't try to hide its voyeurism, Burning looks more like a travel-agency video targeted at people who like to ride bikes topless and roll in the mud than a worthwhile glimpse of independent-community guiding lights.
  8. The queasiness it makes you feel is more like acid reflux than existential nausea.
  9. Thuds away at the now familiar New York turf of Jews and their mating habits.
  10. This perky would-be consciousness-raiser dilutes a potentially interesting subject -- interracial marriage -- with half-baked platitudes, self-conscious acting, and a plot trite enough to be rejected by the PAX channel.
  11. This tale of a sprung tough looking to go straight is so familiar it's faceless.
  12. Painfully contrived, Venus and Mars's dialogue tends toward banal (as opposed to quotably bad), and the rhythm at which lines are read is definitely alien.
  13. Despite its incoherence and inaudible dialogue, this slice-of-life film manages to be simultaneously thuggish and platitudinous.
    • 33 Metascore
    • 10 Reviewed by
      Ed Park
    Contains exactly three decent jokes, all stuffed in the last 15 minutes.
    • 24 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    Overwhelmingly poor camerawork helps obscure the deficiencies in the dialogue but can't conceal a sparse plot stretched to feature length by an endless parade of lame sketches.
    • 30 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    Oil Factor: Behind the War on Terror gives muckraking journalism a bad name. Gerard Ungerman and Audrey Brohy's DV assemblage of talking heads and footage shot in Iraq after the cessation of primary hostilities is low-rent Michael Moore, a poorly argued piece of agitprop.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    Bojack has a talent for finding the worst possible angle from which to shoot scenes, and though he claims to want to gauge the resilience of his main character, he only succeeds at testing ours.
  14. Swibel can't keep his HD camera still enough to find poetry in this profound hunk of nothingness, his observational in-and-out zooms as meandering as co-writer Becker's on-screen attention span.
    • 62 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    The film has that made-for-UK-TV-but-theatriucally-released-inthe-US look, The shots are claustrophobic and grainy for no reason. [27 Dec 1994]
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    • 25 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    Placing the onus of the war on the troops, Fox follows "Redacted's" vile moral playbook, only without Brian De Palma's self-reflexive, formalist gestures.
  15. The film's befuddling direction and tone, queasy HD interiors, and tin-eared, often preposterous, screenplay prove disastrous.
  16. Cheklich's insipid, cheapjack dramedy--about a flagging company's decision to outsource--isn't potent enough to even be called a lukewarm-button movie.
  17. Goes from awful to insufferable.
  18. A sloppy, desultory, depressive buddy comedy the color of beer-infused pee.
    • 35 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    A vanity production by Branch, previously a studio branding consultant, it's the kind of odious, self-validating wish fulfillment that actually makes you appreciate the more generous self-absorption of Henry Jaglom films.
  19. It is particularly painful to watch Sobieski--whose unnervingly symmetrical, Botticelli face and supernatural poise can't help but hold the screen--put through the paces of Davis's almost unbearably labored script.
    • 81 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    I haven't seen a film this year that so openly invited me to revile each and every one of its characters-and I reviewed "The Human Centipede."
  20. Though its structure may be whittled down in comparison with the earlier works, Biutiful is even more morbidly obese than "Babel" in terms of soggy ideas, elephantine with miserabilist humanism and redemption jibber-jabber.
    • 24 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    Worse, all of this sex is so garishly lit and unimaginatively framed that it's not even fun to watch.
  21. A comedy whose cliché-embracing stupidity borders on the surrealistic.
  22. A movie so excruciating that it makes its predecessor, "Valentine's Day," seem like "Nashville" in comparison.
  23. The Brothers Grimm may have come up with some cruel, weird material in their day, but they'd never condone actor abuse like this.
  24. Drearily shot with cheesy skyline pans, oppressively scored with Hallmark cutesiness, and oddly filled with filthy one-liners.
    • 41 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    For all the fear, loathing, and overthinking that Murkoff's bedside text engenders, its journey ends with the hopeful beginning of a new life, whereas the movie leaves you hoping for a swift end to your own.
  25. Loren's performance is as tonally off as the rest of Bergmann's jokey lark, which strings together characters and twists with amateurishly chaotic abandon.
    • 56 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    The denouement that sorts it all out moves from predictable tragedy to ludicrous redemption; closing titles confirm that the motivating intent in making In the Land of Blood and Honey was activist rather than artistic.
  26. No one expects perfect coherence - or competent acting - from a low-budget horror picture, but this convoluted mess sets new lows in underimagined, overplotted narrative - not to mention grade-Z thesping and dimly portentous dialogue.
  27. Like an overlong episode of "Curb Your Enthusiasm" with none of the wit and twice the irritation, co-director/writer/star Dax Shepard's impotent, largely unscripted showbiz satire is yet another goof on clueless filmmakers who don't know how to make a film.
  28. It's one of the most obnoxious movies ever made.
  29. Pernicious tripe suitable only for masochists and the intellectually disabled.
  30. Taken together, the whole thing is good for approximately one laugh, generated by the shabbiest CGI reptile since "Anaconda."
  31. The movie is constructed like a window some kid broke and then tried to glue back together.
  32. There isn't enough visual beauty to forgive the screenplay's ugliness, but Bay does brave a daring new standard in product placement.
  33. A Little Bit of Heaven demands miracles of its cast to keep proceedings from becoming grindingly mawkish and does not get them.
  34. The fact that real-life deadly racial animus in America is often cartoonish in its manifestation doesn't excuse Deadline's cliché-ridden characterizations of bigotry. Worse, the film has no pulse and no dramatic tension, despite its subject matter. It's a slog to get to its big revelations.
  35. Scott Waugh's moronic flick has multiple personalities — it's the Sibyl of street racing, with a script that doesn't feel so much typed as button-mashed.
  36. For those of you on a really tight entertainment budget, you'll be paying at least 8 cents per minute not to laugh. Your money is better spent on beans and rice.
  37. The only true surprise here is D'Souza's haplessness in constructing both film and argument.
  38. Making fun of such an inoffensive, amateurish production would be easy and mean, like punching a baby.
  39. No strand of Excuse Me for Living's frantic, unfunny, and pseudo-thoughtful narrative is well conceived.
  40. Colorless and soulless in the extreme, it bears no one's fingerprints at all. There's no reason for this Oldboy to exist. It's so DOA, you stumble out of it wanting to eat something alive.
  41. John Dies at the End is a product of a parallel universe where slacker flippancy never got old-and, oh, it is terrible.
    • 17 Metascore
    • 10 Critic Score
    The obligatory lesbian kiss is checked off like a box on a clipboard, but the B-horror standbys that might rescue the film from self-serious tedium are nowhere to be found.
  42. The rotting corpses, projectile insect vomit, and creepy geezers in black arrive pretty much on cue, as does the great Cicely Tyson as the obligatory old blind woman who "sees" more than most people with two good eyes. It's her upper bridge, though, that's truly the scariest thing in the whole movie.
  43. Without any engaging small-scale human drama or larger social or culture-clash import, the film comes across as trivial, and too often also indulgent and pretentious.
  44. Writer-director Roberto Busó-Garcia's Spanish-language movie is so tame and so completely boring that to advertise it as a horror film is to insult the genre.
  45. Quirky indie hell, thy name is Family Weekend. Benjamin Epps's film is the very definition of affected cutie-pie whimsy and weirdness.
  46. Full of familiar tropes, exhausted rhythms, self-conscious references to genre forebears...Language of a Broken Heart, directed by Rocky Powell from a screenplay by Juddy Talt, is pure product.
  47. There isn't a scare to be found in the series's second installment.
  48. Dumb as they're written, even Holla II's characters are smart enough to want to exit this clunker as fast as they can.
  49. There are many things absent from this found-footage horror movie, including suspense, logic, and originality.
  50. It's a movie by people who lifted almost all their ideas from much better movies, and lean too heavily on "based on a true story" to pave over their film's weaknesses.
  51. If cinema's most narcissistic actor-filmmakers were swimming in a talent pool, with Vincent Gallo confidently backstroking in the deep end and Eric Schaeffer wading in children's pee, Hendrickson's dipping his toe near Tommy Wiseau.
  52. The story overflows with reverence but is drastically short on passion or suspense.
  53. It's a mannered, over-the-top approximation of real anguish and hopelessness that's so phony that it's borderline insulting to those who've truly experienced such tragedy.
  54. It's a movie that thinks it stands for openness and cultural understanding, underneath the poop jokes, when in fact it manages to be offensive to almost everyone, including people who like to laugh at something because it's funny, not just because it makes us uncomfortable.
  55. There isn't a moment in Hôtel Normandy that isn't painfully contrived, yet, worse still, its mix-ups boast all the inspiration and excitement of a weekend getaway at the local mall.
  56. Though the filmmakers undoubtedly had good intentions, their ultimate point—that a long life is the result of moral rectitude—is offensive and imbecilic.
  57. Snow Queen proves both visually cruddy and narratively muddled.
  58. It's hard to quibble with Steve Race's film on theological grounds, though in narrative and aesthetic terms, there's something unholy about its mixture of inane clichés, shallow music-video glossiness, and incessant preaching.
  59. What's really absent from this fiasco is a sense of purpose or an interest in character, as the participants in this weekend-getaway contest are ciphers defined mainly by their degree of obnoxiousness.
  60. Insurgent is so vapid it seems impossible that there's enough story left for another sequel.
  61. Wrong Cops is a tedious exercise in self-consciously hip lowbrow comedy.
  62. It's a particularly risible nothing whose premise alone betrays the paucity of Franco's imagination and wit.
  63. Guinzburg's retool is full of unintentional humor, high-school-theater level acting, and shoddy writing.
  64. The Cobbler has invented a new category of terrible: cruel schmaltz.
  65. Little more than an exercise in sustained contempt, a petty little missive directed at anyone who dares to wield a pen.
  66. The whole film is pretty enraging, hideously acted apart from the main quartet, and ends up viewing like a particularly racy Lifetime Original.
  67. There isn't the faintest glimmer of lived experience to be found here, not the briefest flash of truth.
  68. Rarely has the terminal seemed as interminable as it does in Lullaby.
  69. It's the very definition of direct-to-video schlock.
  70. Among Ravens wants to be the The Big Chill with Gen-X assholes, a weird ambition.
  71. Billed as a comedy but nothing more than a shallow and exasperating portrait of female self-loathing, Dean Pollack's Audrey puts its protagonist through hell -- and its audience along with her.
  72. Just as dispiriting as its lack of scares (or sense of humor) is Septic Man’s lack of purpose -- devoid of any commentary, the film pointlessly wallows around in the muck, thereby making itself as valuable as those nasty things routinely flushed down the toilet.
  73. Against all good sense, Exists plays its material straight, possibly proving itself the year's most laughably derivative and dreary film.
  74. The movie's so slipshod and half-assed that I almost feel for Rand, whose ideas have proved enduring enough that they at least deserve a fair representation, if only for the sake of refutation.
  75. Its utterly predictable narrative and lazy sexism make for a toxic combination.
  76. Almost nothing makes sense in Brush With Danger, a bewilderingly incompetent and inexplicably racist Indonesian action film.
  77. The film stands as a pinnacle of revisionist bullshit.
  78. Take the Dan Brown out of a Dan Brown movie and all you’re left with is Tom Hanks jogging in mild irritation.
  79. Examinations of faith on film don't have to be noxious.
  80. Eric Lavaine's midlife-crisis dramedy piles on dreary subplots involving Antoine's grating pals and their one-dimensional romantic and/or financial problems, but his material is unfunny and superficial to the point of inertia.
  81. The film is as vacuous and undeserving of regard as any of its characters.
  82. It is impossible to overstate how grating Nia Vardalos is as the title character in Helicopter Mom. Throughout her career, her default setting has been something like "Jack Russell terrier after an amphetamine bender." No surprise that she's exhausting here.
  83. It’s as if somebody wrote out the basic setup, figured they would flesh out the character bits and plot twists and jokes later … and then never got around to it. It’s dispiriting and infuriating all at once.

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