Village Voice's Scores

For 11,162 reviews, this publication has graded:
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  • 4% same as the average critic
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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. The Human Scale lacks both the punch needed to appeal to the layperson and the deep wonkiness to gain the attention of true geeks of the built environment.
  2. Throughout the film, Mindless Behavior's four interchangeable members only project youthful enthusiasm and PR-friendly love for their fans.
  3. Pola Rapaport's slender documentary-cum-reconstruction Writer of O disappoints in its workmanlike approach to such fragrant material.
  4. Director Xavier Manrique’s film fails to drum up more than clichés about rich-people problems.
  5. Throughout, Tykwer reaches for mysteries he has no idea how to evoke, relying instead on his actors' empty stares.
    • 37 Metascore
    • 30 Reviewed by
      Ed Park
    CCM's dissipated endgame borrows soggily from "The Ring," resulting in something that wouldn't make it past the first script meeting for Scary Movie 4.
  6. The script is often ludicrous (gratuitous digs at feminism; muddled commentary on war and the military), the sets look like sets, and the acting-aside from Helsham and Plunkett-doesn't even rise to the level of student films.
  7. Since Lee is a sentimentalist, the film is more worshipful than your random "E! True Hollywood Story."
  8. The film's intentions are way too good for its own good, producing bloodless romance and more shamefully bloodless carnage.
  9. By far the highest concentration of actual humor comes during the blooper reel over the end credits; free of the script’s saccharine constraints, the performers immediately demonstrate their chops.
  10. Renton's competing tones and intentions result in a film at odds with itself and its lead performance.
  11. Lambert aims for gentle, Lake Wobegon–ish nostalgia, but the jokes never land, the undifferentiated small town confers no sense of location, and its eccentrics aren’t particularly weird.
  12. The tears and recriminations, eruptions and reconciliations hold a begrudging fascination for about an hour.... After that, though, the volume is never turned down and these characters are never less than the most unendurable company.
  13. 85 percent explosions and editing idiocy (a window can't break without director Peter Hyams cutting between five different angles) and 15 percent Arnold trying to grow a third dimension. Seeing him try for "sad" is like watching a dog try to talk.
    • 38 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The script, and the actors' breezy performances, work inasmuch as they get us to the chase on time.
  14. No one can accuse Garfield: The Movie of infidelity to its source: It faithfully conveys the banality of Jim Davis's cartoon.
  15. It's all very predictable, very Hollywood. Storytelling cliché, it would seem, knows no borders.
    • 48 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    This is laughably absurd, but unlike the first "Saw," the third installment gives no indication that its humor is intentional.
  16. The movie neither inspires us to pine for what might've been nor makes Gilliam-style filmmaking seem like a noble pursuit.
  17. Alongside electricity and clean drinking water, one of the casualties of Go North's Armageddon was artistic inspiration.
  18. Essentially a reheating of 1982's "First Blood" -- a psychologically wounded warrior-vet pits himself against civilized America -- but the fallout this time is simultaneously more ruthless, less emotional, and duller.
  19. No amount of fidgety editing and anxious soundtrack atonality can distract from the creakingly implausible scenario (Marsden's Dan is an almost comic exemplar of uncharacteristic hostage behavior).
  20. Neither as lively nor as tough as the original, and compared to the hardcore punk of "Border Radio," the score for Sugar Town sounds like Muzak.
  21. Unfortunately, this movie has so many damn things percolating all through it that it ultimately seems unfocused and painfully earnest.
  22. Between the generic shadowy cinematography and a gothic score that manages to telegraph even the film's jump-scares, there's no tangible tension by which to build an effective climax.
  23. What's unexpected is how thoroughly The ABCs of Death's ample duds overshadow its treasures, and how uninspired it feels as a whole.
    • 32 Metascore
    • 30 Reviewed by
      Ed Park
    If The Last Man were the last movie left on earth, there would be a toss-up between presiding over the end of cinema as we know it and another night of delightful hand shadows.
  24. Offers director Roger Spottiswoode a chance to have the worst actor in Beverly Hills play scenes with himself.
  25. "Inland Empire's" Justin Theroux pops his directorial cherry with this obnoxious Sundance throwaway, a by-the-numbers romantic comedy that mistakenly believes it's either too quirky or too irreverent to be a by-the-numbers romantic comedy.
  26. Seems to have been made up as it was being filmed.
  27. It's tough to be sure of anything in this murky experimental feature, which sadly fails to live up to its title.
  28. Greenfield works against her own interests with absurdly selective arguments and sloppy filmmaking.
  29. Michael and Mark Polish's debut feature, "Twin Falls, Idaho," was a cloying oddball love story involving adult male Siamese twins; their follow-up, Jackpot, is another piece of whimsical Americana.
  30. The Book Thief is just too tidy to have much impact.
    • 32 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Bruce Van Dusen's 2005 comedy plots a meandering course due north without locating a word of truth.
  31. How, though, to resent a work of such deliberate inconsequence?
  32. Patterson seems more concerned with getting the surfaces right (costume design, production design) than tapping any of the adrenaline that should be pumping through bank robberies, love scenes, and confrontations with barking loan sharks — adrenaline we should feel even if the protagonist is meant to be cucumber-cool.
  33. Shallow, witless but pretty enough French ode to Woody Allen.
    • 27 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Whatever her limitations, Argento the actor makes certain that Argento the director doesn't lack for "action"--and that the audience doesn't lack for pain.
    • 33 Metascore
    • 30 Reviewed by
      Ed Park
    The story has too many characters, about whom we know too little.
  34. The Cruise is being hailed as a harbinger of a future in which indie film will be liberated by low-cost technology. If this is where we're going, I want off the bus.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Stilted lines alternate with ominous pauses and an annoying Pure Moods score tinkling around an oppressive sound design.
  35. No amount of neck nuzzling or back arching can make us believe there's real heat rising between these two. Onscreen chemistry between actors is a mysterious thing - 100 years into cinema, it remains the one story element that Hollywood can't fake.
  36. Absolution is an unconvincing showcase for Byron Mann, a new action star to whom Steven Seagal halfheartedly tries to pass a torch.
  37. You can sense the director, Sarah Smick, gearing up to make a point. It proves rather obvious: Real connections are meaningful and too much Facebook is bad. But isn't the real problem more insidious?
  38. At its most indulgent and posturing, Piñero plays like a movie the man himself might've made, between scores.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Myles deserves better, but acquits herself as admirably as one can mired in medieval muck.
  39. Yim's film is kneecapped by its soundtrack twice over.
    • 45 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The just plain folks in Home Fries -- down home, slightly slow, and desperate for happiness -- would make great Jerry Springer Show guests if they weren't so damned pretty.
  40. Outrageously sentimental and retrograde.
  41. Allegiance to Chekhov, which director Michael Cacoyannis displays with somber earnestness in the new adaptation of The Cherry Orchard, is a particularly vexing handicap.
  42. Weixler is an alert, mobile comedienne who deserves better than this awkward pause, nervous stammer, social-anxiety comedy.
    • 38 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The stream of sentimentality is endless and often sickly, and the warm afterglow is decidedly manufactured.
  43. The overweight, gays and little people are cheerfully mocked while writer/director Siddique ratchets up his story's disparate comedy-romance-action elements to an insanely over-the-top degree.
  44. The exhausting and unrelatable Our Day Will Come escalates to a violent rampage as essentially unpleasant and nonsensical as its characters.
  45. The Coens are uncharacteristically restrained. Indeed, given that the crime comedy is their preferred genre, The Ladykillers is remarkable mainly for its timidity.
  46. [A] grim, film-school-sloppy horror-thriller.
  47. If the onscreen serial killer isn't having fun, how can we?
    • 52 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    A once-great director's near-worst work passes through its funhouse plumbing and emerges from the crapper as intentional mischief: self-sabotage explained away as mad genius.
    • 45 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Eurotrip's constant anxiety that women might turn out to be men and vice versa makes this command especially fraught.
  48. The dramatic stakes are so puny that every obstacle can be overcome with a simple work-it-out montage.
  49. Fairbrass proves a hulking wannabe ass-kicker without much distinctive charisma, and his leaden performance is matched by sleepy, one-note supporting turns by the slumming-it Patric and Caan.
  50. Videocracy is hopelessly infected with the very prurience it means to expose--again and again, Gandini returns to images of pretty women grinding away for the camera in hopes of scoring their 15 minutes.
  51. The phoniness of their cross-country saga is compounded by a gaggle of cipher sidekicks.
  52. Requiring an enormous amount of suspended disbelief, the original Rings may be a culture-specific phenom; despite strenuous efforts to Americanize Nakata's field of bad dreams, the preview audience did a lot of cackling.
  53. It's pure exploitation--the kind of movie after which you need a long, hot shower. German director Marco Kreuzpaintner's movie looks like "Traffic" and "Syriana"--clearly his role models--but is little more than our generation's version of 1979's "Hardcore."
  54. McPhee's latest saga neither conjures the humanistic heart of "Babe" nor addresses father-son separation issues with the sobriety of "The Water Horse." Instead, it's merely a compendium of photocopied elements, cartoonish special effects, and easy-bake happily-ever-afters.
    • 48 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Falk isn't given anything funny to say or do, but his performance is littered with beautiful touches, tiny oases of brilliance in an entertainment desert.
    • 8 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    This should be funny or sad, but it's neither, in this incoherent cross between "Riding the Bus With My Sister" and a Christina Ricci vehicle.
  55. Audiard himself might have benefited from a simple reminder of left from right; his rudderless film confuses a pileup of preposterous, sentimental scenarios with genuine emotion.
  56. While Kiriya can shoot a sword fight, his preferred pace is glacial. He wants to make sure the audience feels every plot point.
    • 52 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The real subversion is director Michael Meredith's insistence on not capturing interactions between human beings in a frame; with some forethought he could have filmed the actors individually and spliced.
  57. The game of wills that ensues between the two women isn't terribly interesting, much less suspenseful, and in fact, it's not clear that director Egidio Coccimiglio and screenwriter Floyd Byars ever settled on whether they were making a thriller or a satire about food and celebrity.
  58. Gosnell directs as if every scene must be either a nauseating roller-coaster ride or a syrupy melodrama, resulting in a seesawing tone that's not stabilized by the presence of Neil Patrick Harris.
  59. It's impossible to imagine how anything this convoluted could have already earned a sequel, but it has.
  60. Yet it's not entirely forgettable. I'll long be haunted by Dennis Quaid's manic performance as a palm-greasing dad who seems to be under the influence of bath salts-tweaked-out acting that matches the camera movements.
  61. The actors still give it their all in Allegiant, but there's only so much they can do with such a clunky, verbose script. And on the rare occasion that the film actually quiets its characters down and delivers something resembling action, it's woefully inert.
  62. Sadly, most of Lombardi's movie is too doggedly mediocre to cut loose, overheated (and quite lovely) cinematography notwithstanding.
  63. Collapses in a heap of affirmational outbursts and metaphysical goop. The fond chemistry between the leads deserves a better movie.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Devolves from opaque mystery into boring melodramatics and incoherent contrivances.
  64. Banderas, who doesn’t get to speak a single good line, still manages to convey panic, terror and confusion. It’s his performance that allows this film to float at all.
    • 44 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    A busy, unsatisfying comic thriller, poorly acted by a grab bag of new faces and franchise movie refugees, and set to a hard-rock soundtrack.
  65. Like a visual concussion.
    • 56 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    If you value plausibility in movies, skip Kamikaze Girls; this is the sort of picture where getting run over by a truck gives a character gorgeous hair instead of a broken hip.
  66. Appallingly violent.
    • 30 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The fact that Jolie isn't very likable would be less of a problem if this film were actually funny, but his selfish disregard for those around him only ends up making us feel bad for the people who care about him.
  67. For a film with shootouts, heists, and high-speed chases, Julian Gilbey's Plastic is a strangely lifeless affair.
  68. There’s frightfully little atmosphere to this film — anything from creepy sound design to evocative cinematography — rendering the flaws in the story all too visible.
  69. Throughout the film, the wrong characters are in focus, inexplicable close-ups abound, and Rapkin’s got the camera on rails, moving and panning for seemingly no reason.
  70. Two second-act revelations alter its tired dynamic for the better, but those changes are undone by cheap scares and a climactic revelation that's more ho-hum than horrifying.
  71. The road-trippers of Away We Go harbor no discernible ambitions whatsoever, which may make them true to Gen-Y life, but also renders them fatally uninteresting. For all the ground they cover geographically, dramatically their velocity remains zero. Mendes, too, seems to have trouble getting on board with the underachieving set.
  72. Easily the worst adaptation of a major novel by a Nobel Prize–winning author. Easily.
    • 41 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Give 'em a handicap for making a 20-minute man go 90--still, it's not enough.
  73. Without characters whose fates we care about, nor fully comprehend, even the most visceral shocks are just that: impressive moments with no lingering terror.
  74. The traumatized critic must struggle to avoid capital letters in urging patrons to steer clear of the colorfully cast but unbearable Spun.
  75. The coke-fried gibbons behind Bubble Boy came to a trailblazing conclusion: The ideal filmic oddity is white, male, and -- a mother's deception notwithstanding -- perfectly healthy.
    • 35 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Quite apart from the fact that none of these performers is capable of smoldering with conviction, there's no terror or sensuality in director Khan's images.
  76. Self-taught Kurdish-American filmmaker Jano Rosebiani's mostly English-language drama...is deadened by milquetoast characters, uninspired landscape photography, and no perceptible stakes.
  77. Tepid ghost story Insidious: Chapter 3 tries and fails to emphasize character-driven drama over cheap, jump-scare-intensive thrills.
  78. Clumsily staged (a bike accident any 15-year-old Super-8 maven could’ve cut better), lit like a soap opera, and acted with all the bribed relish of a peanut butter commercial, Majidi’s movie is merely the simplistic bid being made by every national industry impatient for mass audience attention. Gallingly, it may succeed.

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