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. Trades in sitcom stereotypes and crosscuts predictably from family to family as if under the misapprehension that equal time is a dramatic principle.
  2. Hough emits all the charisma of a personal assistant.
  3. The primary source of comedy is tiresome pottymouthing.
  4. The humor here is sitcom broad, and Scott displays little sense of rhythm; the film runs under two hours, but feels considerably longer.
  5. Writer-director Anthony Lover takes such a kid-gloves approach to his handicapped co-star that he achieves the opposite of the intended effect: Every time Scott enters a scene, it's as if someone just told the entire cast "Whatever you do, don't say 'retard.' "
    • 37 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Just because Rees can play a masochist doesn't mean viewers have to.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Unmotivated jitters and flash-zooms abound, needlessly complicating a flagrantly elaborate premise.
  6. Kruger and Clarke do their best to look steadfast with a camera swooping around them like a wounded bird, but there's no rescuing this imprecise family portrait from its own impulses toward obscurity.
  7. Its soap-opera plot is old hat, and the largely amateurish acting of the ensemble makes it hard to connect with many of the characters.
    • 36 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Would be all but unbearable without the excited testimony of the young men and women of color who'd spent their happiest nights at the Loft or the Gallery or Paradise Garage.
  8. There's no surer way to murder horror than to literalize it, a mistake incessantly made by The Moth Diaries.
  9. Intermittently, in attempts to articulate a coherent argument, Collateral Damage shifts from pulse-pounding mode to something more migraine-conducive.
  10. Watching the film is like reading a Times Portrait of Grief that keeps shifting focus to the journalist who wrote it.
  11. Found-footage horror flicks laboriously source the provenance of every shot, letting us know which camera each image comes from, but they demand that we never wonder who has edited those images together — and to what purpose.
    • 22 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Despite its pretensions to social awareness — most clearly embodied in Scott Bakula's concerned-caseworker character — the film displays a luridly exploitative attitude toward mental illness.
  12. Arguably a good lesson for kids about preserving our environment, To the Arctic is definitely a threat to our equally endangered good taste.
  13. Returning director Tim Story lays out the narrative wares with all the subtlety of a neon sign on the Strip, not that the screenplay from Keith Merryman and David A. Newman (who also co-wrote the first one) gives him much to work with.
  14. Even the gravitas of Merkerson and Duncan can't save this flimsy construct of boxing-movie clichés. Moran casts himself as a cinematic upstart with The Challenger, but he's punching above his weight.
  15. In the end, the whole thing is a bit like one big golden shower pissing contest, with every male character vying for top of the trough.
  16. Chelsea rambles--and in a way that makes you want to move down the bar.
  17. Bateman, as both director and star, digs his heels in too hard to make the movie's points, using lots of ho-hum close-ups and wriggly camera work along the way.
    • 47 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Ivan Fitzgibbon’s film is so steadfastly blithe that one yearns for a flicker of pretension, some small sign that there’s a guiding principle or purpose.
  18. For all its pulpy, genre-movie intentions, SuperFly is virtually crippled by its own ludicrousness. It incites more giggles than gasps.
    • 27 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The result is like a Nike commercial without a shot of the sneakers.
  19. The problem isn't that these lustbirds suffer no delusions about their temporary affair. It's that Nichols and screenwriter Mark Hammer can't commit to the cynicism.
  20. The Loft's boorish leads aren't sensible enough to be worth caring about, making the film's character-driven conclusion feel like a self-defeating cop-out.
  21. Not even the momentary participation extraordinaire of a vertically challenged famous filmmaker self-exiled from the United States can save this phony pseudo-drama from its final collapse into a heap of inconsequence and male vanity.
    • 34 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    A triple-cross plot with Harris's superiors doesn't help the movie's clarity--neither does the clattering sound design. Shouldn't throwing stars be silent? If they're gonna sound like gunshots, why not just use guns?
    • 49 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    In its attempt to diagnose a problem, it ends up serving more as a symptom of the left's current, and sadly warranted, anxieties.
  22. The apocalypse is no fun for anyone, but the dreariest possible scenario probably entails being stuck in a house without a functioning toilet and with nine of the dullest people left alive.
    • 44 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The script is as full of holes as some of the highwaymen's bullet-riddled victims -- why not throw a drum-and-bass track over everything?
  23. Hoariest of all are the exhortations to make distinctions between "fiction" and "life."
  24. Devlin's script tips its hand so early on that Devil's Due lumbers toward a woefully flat, predictable ending, and the unwelcome promise of something truly demonic — sequels.
  25. Greutert's savvy enough to sprinkle some white folks among his houngans and mambos, but Jessabelle still plays out as Haitian traditions ruining the life of a nice-ish white lady.
  26. The promise of the multi-screen future-history info-dump that kicks off Alien Outpost isn't enough to mask this military sci-fi indie's repetitive familiarity.
  27. Attacks doesn't establish the severity of a real-life tragedy, it only crassly devalues the loss of human life.
    • 17 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Devoid of Sopranos stereotypes, the film charms with its p.c. portrayal of Italian Americans, yet the depiction of Mexicans veers toward the offensive.
  28. Slick, manic, excruciatingly hollow entry in the exhausted subgenre of misfit bank-heist comedies.
  29. Levinson loses his movie, his audience, and his purpose in a tangle of conspiracy theories and crackpot notions that sink the movie just when it begins to transcend expectations. In short, it would have been great if it had stopped, oh, 12 minutes in.
    • 46 Metascore
    • 30 Reviewed by
      Ed Park
    As earnest as a community-college advertisement, American Chai is enough to make you put away the guitar, sell the amp, and apply to medical school.
  30. The callow behavior that characterizes Ex-Girlfriends' lead would be less maddening had writer/director/star Alexander Poe firmly decided how to portray the bedroom follies of youth.
  31. Instead of beckoning viewers to follow along, Agron's script drags us toward its conspicuous landmarks.
  32. This anti-war movie is more passionate about CB radio communication than the horrors of bloodshed.
  33. Your Highness plays like a dirty-joke blooper reel made by the cast of a junky sword-and-sorcery epic.
  34. This sequel is sluggish and rote where its predecessor was aggressively perky and desperate to please...Tai Chi Hero is more Tai Chi Business as Usual.
  35. An unappealing, conventional, and somnolent piece of work in which, as glumly directed from David Levien and Brian Koppelman's corny script, every scene feels like it's being played for the second time.
  36. Based on characters created by Rodriguez's then-seven-year-old son, Racer Max, the film doesn't belong in wide release. It belongs on a refrigerator door, alongside "100%" spelling tests, old lunch menus, and notices from the PTA.
  37. Watching it is a smidgen like listening to the same monkey-walks-into-a-bar joke for the 105th time, but for the Spierig brothers, it is clearly a demonstration of fast-cheap capabilities and a one-way ticket straight out of Queensland.
    • 29 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    A PG-13 dramedy set in L.A. about some attractive, way-too-earnest aspiring stars has the potential to be a delectable good-bad favorite, but Undiscovered is nowhere near the guilty pleasure it could have been.
  38. Nice to look at but tedious to endure, A Five Star Life boasts a muted classiness that doesn't mitigate its phoniness.
    • 52 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Doesn't so much titillate as irritate.
  39. This particular rendition of a history often told is little more than propaganda.
  40. Director Paul Weiland and the three (!) screenwriters it took to boil down thousands of bad movies into 101 minutes haven't provided this one with a single original thought; it should only entertain those still getting adjusted to the idea of talkies.
  41. It all becomes little more than feel-good-about-feeling-bad window dressing, like an issue of "Utne Reader" in Dolby Surround Sound.
  42. Given its true-life basis, the story is already devoid of suspense regarding Hirohito’s ultimate fate, and Fellers’s inquiry is made more sluggish by dramatically inert conversations with Japanese officials.
  43. The gradual revelation that there's more to Daisy than meets the eye is no great surprise, but it does at least negate — too late! — some of the more troubling subtext.
  44. The developments keep getting more outrageous from there, with the psychologies of the characters becoming increasingly bizarre.
  45. Cynically accumulates plot twists while showing little regard for suspense or audience sophistication.
  46. Stylish cinematography and an awesome punk-and-new-wave soundtrack make the early, music-video-like montages of debauchery at least trashy entertainment, but the film's second half couldn't be more contemptible.
  47. Stupid monikers are just one symptom of a stultifying, overwritten cleverness that substitutes quirk for character.
  48. When the creators of The Last Exorcism Part II swapped pseudo-verité realism for psychological realism, they made it a lot harder to take their franchise seriously.
  49. An extraordinarily undistinguished comedy from director Brian Herzlinger.
    • 33 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Dukes insults not "family values," as the original Cooter claims, just general intelligence. Yee. Haw.
  50. Lame even by triumph-of-the-underdog sports-comedy standards.
  51. [A] dour, dreary drama.
  52. Alternately tense and cheesy.
  53. The only things missing from this unfunny Campbell love fest are a passable script, Sam Raimi's inventiveness, and a level of sophistication beyond nose-picking and ass grabs.
  54. What a shame it is that Friedrich, so impassioned by her subject matter, couldn’t get enough objectivity to make a film that’s more than just a complaint.
  55. This Canadian film seems to be trying to make some points about body dysphoria or modern fame, but the one point it's absolutely sure of is that [Katharine] Isabelle is a startlingly beautiful woman with a well-proportioned (and exploitable) body.
    • tbd Metascore
    • 30 Reviewed by
      Ed Park
    This mockumentary in which a group of failed Brooklyn rappers switch gears after listening to the Beatles wears out its welcome quicker than the shortest track on "The Grey Album."
  56. There's a lot of potential in the idea of exploring asexuality in the modern world, but The Olivia Experiment loses it in a sea of clichéd characters.
  57. The mother-daughter filmmaking team's doc reads more as a feature-length infomercial for the many organizations it highlights—all of which are more than deserving of the attention—than a probing look at what it means to be at one with our planet in the 21st century.
  58. Heartbreakers gives redemption a bad name, but gives conniving misanthropy a worse one.
  59. Tom Six's threequel races to the bottom with abandon, all while indulging in tired wink-wink self-consciousness that includes Six himself showing up to witness his movie monster made real (and to be slandered by Laser as "a poop-infatuated toddler").
  60. Contemporary B'wood movies are not for all tastes, and rarely do they show potential to appeal to mainstream American sensibilities, but Do Knot Disturb is so boorish and shrill that it's easy to mourn all of the great, unfinished films that could be made for just the cost of its item-number budget.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    An astonishingly awkward marriage of ancient Norse mythology and 21st-century nonsense, Thor, directed by Kenneth Branagh, works too hard at simply functioning to assert why it, or we, should bother.
  61. It's Rambo with a split hero -- Morse absorbing punishment and Crowe wreaking vengeance.
  62. Close's prosthetic makeup renders her face too immobile, a marked contrast with her unfixed accent; both highlight the pitfalls of a star's idée fixe. It's a shame, because the material - based on a novella by George Moore published in the 1927 collection Celibate Lives - deserves better.
  63. Wrapped in slick direction (including plenty of split-screen), this goes down easy, but it's wholly unbelievable. Worse, it's instantly forgettable.
  64. Ted Balaker's Can We Take a Joke? is a surprisingly self-righteous and unfunny documentary in which shelf-dated comedians spend 74 minutes misinterpreting the First Amendment to mean that behaving like an asshole should have no social consequences.
  65. By ultimately softening its stance toward McIver, Grassroots disingenuously has it both ways, reducing politics first to a David-versus-Goliath adventure, and then to an everyone-is-cool bowl of mush.
    • 45 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Poor little girl, chewed up in the Factory machinery. It was inevitable, perhaps, that a biopic of the Pop princess would stick to pop psychology, but did it have to feel as flat as a silkscreen? With its hackneyed party scenes and jet-set montages, Factory Girl fails even at frivolity.
  66. So feel-sniffly-good it could make you revisit lunch.
  67. Amid Kiefer's narrow-eyed glowering, Donald's exhausted-sage routine, and Moore's approximation of rural homeliness, only Wincott seems to fit in, exuding a poised, laconic cold-bloodedness that stands in stark contrast to the film's inert phoniness.
  68. Paul Morrison's relentlessly unsurprising staging of a "Romeo and Juliet" story fetishizes its accelerating tragedies with morbid solemnity.
  69. In an alternate universe, this might be a cult hit; as it is, Albemuth will only be fun for diehards.
  70. An utterly empty-skulled genre mechanism and nothing more.
  71. Worse than the latent silliness of such a premise is how little the filmmakers ultimately do with the world of narrative possibilities it presents; in attempting to show the universality of love, The Beauty Inside succeeds in showing the opposite.
  72. Intermittently appealing, fundamentally dysfunctional action-comedy.
    • 32 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Directed by Gregory Hoblit from a screenplay by a trio (a trio!) of whomevers, Untraceable hasn't the brains of a class-act psychothriller like "The Silence of the Lambs" (though it does reprise that film's titillating homophobia); worse yet, it lacks the balls to juice up the trashy verve of the "Saw" series.
  73. Project Almanac could have been fun, but its creators don't seem to know what fun looks like.
  74. Boorman's bathetic tourism is unconscionable for a subject of this magnitude; for an infinitely superior account of this chapter of South African history, seek out the documentary "Long Night's Journey Into Day."
  75. The story feels shapeless, un-tailored, defiantly off the rack.
  76. They Remain wants to unsettle us and invade our brains. Instead, what little power it has vanishes long before the credits roll. What remains is tedium.
  77. As the dapper Lady Penelope, Sophia Myles tries to infuse the enterprise with some "Charlie's Angels" verve, but she's only one life vest, and the movie is a downed plane.
  78. Far from engaged, the film practically surrenders in an arthritic faint.
  79. This is, of course, a movie about affliction, and it ultimately succumbs to the bland, sentimental uplift we've come to expect from such outings.
  80. Demonstrating an egregious contempt for science, Biebert and his subjects attack the call for research into the effects of electronic cigarettes as nothing more than shilling for tax collectors and Big Pharma.
  81. Catch Hell suffers from both a drowsy start and a dragging ending.
  82. Kirkpatrick's color-deficient visual scheme is sturdy, but it can't compensate for a mechanical, unsubtle script.

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