Washington Post's Scores

For 11,478 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 46% higher than the average critic
  • 2% same as the average critic
  • 52% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 5.3 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Movie review score: 60
Highest review score: 100 Oppenheimer
Lowest review score: 0 Dolittle
Score distribution:
11478 movie reviews
  1. If this garbage sounds like your kind of thing, and the folks who jump up and talk back to the screen are your kind of people, then, sweetheart, you and this movie deserve each other.
  2. Meant to be a sleek, dark, disturbing David Cronenberg-style thriller, Olivier Assayas's film is just an annoying concoction.
    • 52 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    What's supposed to be a deep examination of the transcendence of love and art and poetry turns into another shallow film about how repressed the British are.
  3. Best news: over in 87 minutes.
  4. Made me feel like a Christmas goose being fattened for slaughter. Its force-fed diet of whimsy cloyed long before the eagerly anticipated romantic payoff arrived to put me out of my misery.
    • Washington Post
  5. Suffers from melodramatic overkill.
  6. Not a music video, not yet a movie, but more like an extended-play advertisement for the Product that is Britney.
  7. From the get-go, the story remains bogged down in its rather limited morass.
  8. The movie's chief crime against the planet, other than the sheer wastage of time, is the trivializing of the great Freeman. This actor has such dignity and depth and humanity, he almost makes the film watchable.
  9. Hardly out of the driveway before director Penny Marshall loses control.
  10. All dancing and hugging and no good.
  11. Has so little going for it, you wonder if you've missed something.
  12. An irredeemably transparent... DIRECT RIPPING OFF OF "SPEED."
  13. It's a silly, if simultaneously deadpan and stomach-churning, psychological portrait of one crazy lady.
  14. Very much the cheap knockoff of its prototype, but not half as visceral.
  15. The 20th-anniversary sequel to the groundbreaking horror film-and the sixth in an increasingly awful series about the bulletproof murderer Michael Myers-is a styleless and predictable affair.
  16. The frightening myths about adoption that run through Like Mike make even its happiest endings a little bit creepy.
    • 62 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    So chock-full of stereotypes as to be a filmic Southern Country Safari.
  17. This sloppily made, poky, extra cheesy adventure is virtually a remake of "Armageddon."
  18. Though the comedy falls short of a debacle -- which is what such egocentric projects tend to be -- it isn't as sharp, fast or funny as Rock's stand-up routines.
  19. Too infuriatingly quirky and taken with its own style to get down to telling a story.
  20. Sometimes in horror movies, bad acting is effective, its very woodenness contributing to the sense of robotic horror. That ain't happening here. These guys are just bad actors.
  21. Should have been a smart bit of cinematic froth but instead sinks like an overworked souffle.
    • 61 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Surprisingly mawkish teen film.
  22. Allen, who's a natural charmer, seems to be at half-strength here.
  23. Relentless formulaic fodder for the explosion-starved; it's loud, shallow, sexist and a complete waste of time.
  24. Torpid, syrupy melodrama from the Chinese director of 1993's "Farewell My Concubine."
  25. Many of the visual effects are stunning, but others are downright cheesy -- especially an attempt to fuse the Rock's head onto a scorpion's body.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Misses almost every opportunity to break new ground on the issue.
  26. The film doesn't even cut it as cheap escapism.
    • 25 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    To that long list of third- and fourth-rate comedies we can now add Sorority Boys.
  27. Another soundtrack-driven, disposable, not entirely objectionable teen movie.
  28. Smith and Jones seem like superannuated company men: They're going through the motions, but the zip is gone.
  29. Just a few guilty laughs, a predictable resolution and repeated close-ups of that dog jerking its head to one side, doing the cute thing.
  30. The movie is so disturbing that it seems nearly blasphemous. I wouldn't wish it on an anthrax spore. After all, anthrax has feelings, too.
  31. A vicious anti-Catholic diatribe disguised as an audition tape for MTV.
  32. It's too manufactured and deliberate to be persuasive.
  33. It's laughably stupid, only fitfully scary and relatively harmless summer fun – if you're 12 years old, in which case you probably aren't supposed to be going to movies like this anyway.
  34. It just never began to work for me, and the sub story behind the ghost story is far more interesting than the ghost story in front of the sub story.
  35. Flops where it should zing, trotting out cringe-worthy cliches and hoary plot contrivances and depicting femininity through a drag queen's funhouse mirror.
  36. All fire-and-brimstone bunk, a tired compendium of involuntary crucifixions, grim messages carved into human flesh, fly buzzings, ominous choral chants on the soundtrack and at least one head twisting.
  37. Could have been a sensation if a director with a smidgen of moviemaking instinct had taken the helm.
  38. There's more bathroom and slapstick humor than a sixth-grader could stand, and a veritable flood of drool, blood and less mentionable effluvia, most of it courtesy of Mr. Wayans as he tries to be – you know – funny.
  39. About as funny as malaria.
  40. There's something hideously pretentious about the whole thing.
  41. The exuberance of the Rugrats seems nullified by the effete quirkiness of the Thornberrys.
  42. Ultimately undone by its sheer busyness. The screenwriters never get the story to settle down, and it becomes a case of one damn thing after another.
  43. If you only live twice, spend both lifetimes avoiding it.
  44. This is a one-note deal, and it doesn't take long before you want to, well, just move out and leave these characters in their rent-controlled limbo.
    • 47 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The movie's heart is in the right place, but good intentions can't overcome dialogue that alternates between melodramatic and cliched.
  45. What's strangest, though, about Die Mommie Die! is how material that was obviously so giddily irreverent in origin became so inert, so joyless and dull.
  46. It's uninspired and insipid all the way.
  47. An offering so endearingly lame it seems to have missed the past 10 years' worth of special-effects breakthroughs.
  48. This latest, utterly gratuitous chapter in the saga of the wisecracking reptile hunter will add nothing to the ever-dimming reputation of the Subaru pitchman.
  49. Becomes a strung-together collection of interesting, semi-interesting, boring and sometimes embarrassing (seemingly improvised) moments from the cast.
  50. The baseball half of the story just slightly works. ... Nothing in [the other] half of the film works.
  51. The insane casting: When was the last time Julianne Moore cracked you up?
  52. A fascinating premise. And yet, the movie, directed by Bruce Beresford, never quite blooms.
  53. The loudest, trashiest, stupidest, cheesiest celebration of ritualized male aggression of 2004.
  54. A second-rate romantic comedy.
  55. Never gels into the smart, tightly orchestrated cat-and-mouse game that it promises to be.
  56. In the end, Gerry is beyond the simple question of pleasure. Seeing it may be no fun at all, but then discomfort is part of the price one pays in learning.
  57. This ethnic family sitcom thing is rapidly turning into wearisome cliche, and American Chai doesn't hold a candle to either "Beckham" or "Greek Wedding."
  58. Never manages to make its characters anything other than cartoons.
  59. Directed by Vincent ("A Map of the Human Heart") Ward, who is either a genius or a crackpot, and derived from a long-ago novel by Richard Matheson, the film is overproduced and underpopulated, with either characters or ideas.
  60. Fast and furious, shallow, empty, casually racist, merry, jaunty, silly and utterly weightless.
  61. It's difficult to concentrate on the story. Not that there's much to concentrate on anyway.
  62. Palmetto, directed by the German genius Schlondorff, who memorably brought "The Tin Drum" to the screen, somehow never quite finds the right line through the materials.
  63. A whodunit so bafflingly constructed that you can't even figure out what it is, so the whodun part is superfluous.
  64. Its long-winded denouement, in which Grazia runs away rather than be sent to an institution, doesn't bring the story full circle. It just extends it.
  65. In the translation from page to film, the life seems to have gone out of the story
  66. xXx
    Essentially a dumb guy's day in Heaven. The movie's retrofitted with stunts, fights, explosions, drugs, babes and cars -- not necessarily in that order.
  67. The movie comes across as a political science course videotape rather than a movie to fully engage a general audience.
  68. Of the many comic book superhero movies, this is by far the lamest, the loudest, the longest. Good Lord, what an epic sit. My rear end deserves a medal...I wish I could say it wasn't so, but for most of us, this "X" marks a splat.
  69. It's too bloody to be funny and too silly to be dramatic and too self-indulgent to be anything other than what it is, one more bad movie.
  70. What's troubling about "My Mother" is not the way the sisters respond to the news, but the way that Paris and Fejerman have opted to make lighthearted comic fodder out of the daughters' responses.
  71. Strictly a vanity vehicle with a mess of star babies on board. That would be just fine if it didn't take us down the same old cul-de-sac. But it does, and with a vengeance.
  72. The premise is tragically flawed and politically incorrect. In fact, it is blatantly cat-ist.
    • 37 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    This movie isn't a thriller, it's an insomnia killer.
  73. An ambitious, experimental mess of a movie in search of something more profound.
  74. It just isn't a Meg Ryan movie unless she's got male.
  75. With conceptual misfires like this, Lee's best work recedes even more swiftly into the past.
  76. At once listless and overheated, giddy and utterly zipless, the current incarnation lacks not just the savoir-faire of its stylish predecessor but also the sex appeal.
  77. It becomes, after a while, little more than a mind-numbing bloodbath.
    • 19 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Spade is no actor. He's a quipper. And his acerbic asides aren't anywhere near funny enough to carry a movie.
  78. The movie doesn't have the energy to be truly horrible. It's too muted and enervated. But it's a somewhat tedious thing to sit through.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Neither smart nor exciting enough to justify the effort.
  79. None of them is nasty enough to be interesting, nor nice enough to be sympathetic.
  80. It never makes much sense.
  81. Not only dense, dark and deeply introspective, it's also as remote as it's chilly.
  82. An unfunny comedy by Tony Vitale that is enacted not by fleshed-out characters but by hackneyed, two-dimensional stereotypes. There’re so many sexual and ethnic caricatures, it’s hard to know which is most offensive.
  83. A protracted and only sporadically imaginative menu of ways to be murdered.
  84. In a movie as unrewarding as this, there's really only one burning question: When does the spanking begin?
  85. It's a remarkable, if appalling, spectacle of self-abasement. But of course, that's Sandler's specialty.
  86. In a movie whose texture is supposed to be hard-edged realism, the characterization seems a little too pat and jaunty.
  87. The Other Sister is sanctimonious, sanitized fare primarily preoccupied with patting its own back and plucking our heartstrings.
  88. Frankly, scarier critters have checked into Roach Motels.
  89. After introducing a provocative opening, the movie settles in for some pretty cheap scare effects, as well as by-the-numbers computer graphic imagery for the actual marauder.
  90. Although the movie has its moments, it's a tearjerker that jerks too hard.
  91. Nicotina skitters between dull and forced, this despite the use of split screens, jaunty music and the personable Luna.
  92. Mr. Whipple squeezing his Charmin is scarier than this phony baloney computer effects-driven anaconda.
  93. An extraordinary collective act of moral and physical courage is relegated to a backdrop for a mushy, synthetic family melodrama.
    • 33 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    An hour and a half of real airplane turbulence is better than sitting through the bad, offensive material that makes up Soul Plane.
    • 37 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    A kind of cinematic analogue of the Iran-Iraq war: It's overlong, it's hard to tell which one's the bad guy, and it's filled with lots of senseless carnage on both sides.
  94. An endless, virtually laugh-free pastiche of Aaron Sorkin by way of Aaron Spelling, Chasing Liberty features Mandy Moore trying so strenuously to be the next America's Sweetheart that she almost pops a vein.
  95. It's so over the top, the top isn't even visible in the rear-view mirror.
    • 38 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The plot, the dialogue and the main characters' love connection are basically mind-numbing.
  96. Thankfully, after its terrific start, Don't Say a Word transmogrifies so totally into Hollywood hooey that it's actually a relief. I'd hate to see a disturbance in the karmic perfection of Douglas's pitch-pure mediocrity.
  97. Isn't really a movie, it's only impersonating one.
  98. Well, it could have been good. But this goofy homage to Kiss fans gets dry mouth pretty fast.
  99. Too long winded and dull.
  100. Fails because of its gratuitous rape and violence and also because of its pretentious and intellectually one-dimensional grounds, which make the violence at the end feel even worse.
  101. The plot, loosely derived from Madison Smartt Bell's "Doctor Sleep," is utterly stale. On their way to confront ancient evil, Strother and Losey keep tripping over timeworn cliches.
  102. It's just a loud, derivative grade-Z horror film of no particular distinction.
  103. Weakens, dilutes, disinfects and otherwise undermines the legacy of Tobe Hooper's 1974 original.
  104. It's an uninspired blend, integrating the boys from "Porky's" and the girls from "Foxes" into a vehicle resembling the worst of "American Graffiti" and the best of "Rock and Roll High School." [13 Aug 1982]
    • Washington Post
  105. Schmaltzy.
  106. It just doesn't work...This isn't a blend of modern and classic so much as a collision.
  107. It's just silly, loud and goofy. The dragon needed a bigger part and the two stars smaller ones.
  108. Offers little in the way of originality, real excitement or even genuinely transgressive behavior.
  109. A tarted-up but tedious reprise of the '70s TV series.
  110. Why sit through a lesser imitation, when you could just rent "Heathers" and those other movies for a far more enjoyable time? Drop-dead bitchery? Been there, done that.
  111. There's only one thing to do with this "Bottle": Put a cork in it.
  112. A glittery but dunderheaded murder mystery.
  113. All in all, it's like a bachelor's apartment: a complete mess.
  114. You can boost mediocrity a little, but you cannot raise it from the dead.
  115. A train wreck of a film lying inert where the tracks of the Feel Good Line cross the Path of Good Intentions.
  116. Sadly, the filmmakers haven't given viewers enough context or information about their protagonist to know whether he's utterly free or utterly unmoored -– or to care very much either way.
  117. There's not much zest here, even with Mike Myers's energetic attempts to steal the movie as a cross-eyed flight instructor.
  118. The movie has the sense of being embalmed, or pickled. With its stilted dialogue not quite kitschy enough to be funny and not quite authentic enough to be realistic, the whole movie feels as if it's taking place in formaldehyde.
  119. A snooze, despite all the sex and other gunplay.
  120. Director Howard is so mesmerized by the flames, he squirts formulaic lighter fluid over everything. A conflagration of hyped-up movie cliches, courtesy of George Lucas's Industrial Light & Magic special effects shop, scalds your face.
  121. A few minutes of inspired lunacy aside, The Yes Men is largely a case of the same old preachers preaching to the same old choir.
  122. At best, the movie is a problematic chamber piece; at worst, a misdirected, slightly misanthropic pretension.
  123. Taking Lives would have to work nights to reach mediocrity.
  124. For all his patient, accumulative storytelling, Sayles yields little that doesn't feel trite or overly schematic.
  125. More in the dumb and dumber tradition of "Halloween" and "Friday the 13th" sequels.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The script is much like a nine-inning sitcom that uses an obvious formula to tell a familiar story while garnering cheap laughs.
  126. The parodistic romantic comedy makes the fatal mistake of so much middlebrow satire: It becomes that which it mocks.
  127. The only reason to watch this movie is for stargazing, nice shots of the sea and to revel in a world where false promises, lies and empty posturing are actively encouraged.
  128. A movie that sags and drags under the weight of poor pacing, execrable writing and largely unlikable characters.
  129. It's hard to know which is more annoying: The fact that writer-director Reverge Anselmo makes Dori's schizophrenic look like little more than a cute, sexually available lush or that he makes Mark's Marine act like a jarhead with nothing inside except fireflies.
  130. This character was an abusive swine. Perhaps it would be best to let his art stand on its own.
  131. A boilerplate melodrama whose good guys and bad guys are so baldly drawn they could have been conceived by Friz Freleng.
  132. Dragged down by a paper-thin story, the predictable number of fight scenes executed at equally predictable intervals and stock, unmemorable characters.
  133. I found it a rough night at the flickers.
  134. Max
    Mad Max just sails off into nonsense.
  135. Movies don't come much lamer than Fools Rush In.
  136. Unfortunately, the drama operates on a see-through, easily shatterable metaphor: the frigidity of the WASP soul. [17 October 1997, p.N32]
    • Washington Post
  137. Crazy? Crazy is too mild a word by far to describe the twisted worm at play inside the skull of the Canadian director David Cronenberg -- And that craziness is given full vent in the vomitorium called eXistenZ.
  138. Equally earnest and unconvincing.
  139. If it weren't for Sharif's extraordinary presence, there wouldn't be a cherishable moment in the movie.
  140. The story isn’t bright enough or grand enough to contain all of Roberts’s star power.
  141. It has as much of an ax to grind as the humorless and misguided bureaucrats it mocks.
  142. It never makes you laugh that hard. Not even close. And so the thing becomes a bloody assault on the senses that commingles atrocity with tedium.
  143. It's a nasty piece of work about two nasty pieces of work.
  144. Like the turtleneck cashmere sweaters and girdles that tie down these promising women, the movie is trite and trussed.
  145. Time travels, but it sure doesn't fly by in this debacle.
  146. Each plot twist trumps its predecessor into ludicrousness.
  147. Belabored, ostentatious, overlong behemoth.
  148. A film so boring, unsexy, styleless, sluggish and physically ugly that its badness seems almost intentional.
  149. What is perhaps most disappointing about this ham-handed film, though, particularly since it was directed by the screenwriter of the righteously raging "Thelma and Louise," is its crypto-misogyny.
  150. One hackneyed, inauthentic, predictable scene after another.
  151. As little as there is to recommend in Scooby-Doo 2, it must be noted that the human cast has done an uncanny job of inhabiting their two-dimensional characters.
  152. Between them, Clooney and Kidman would still need a third party to work up a personality. In fairness to both, they aren't given much to work with.
  153. The movie, alas, is shackled somewhat by Waugh's original, pedestrian plot, which is too full of discrete incidents and slow to form an overarching story.
  154. Although Ryan is cannily cast against type, she doesn't bring much more than muttery incoherence and nudity to the role.
  155. Viewers anticipating side-splitting guffaws will be disappointed: Stuck on You is a strangely lackluster, flaccid string of fitfully humorous episodes.
  156. A nasty, formulaic and unforgivably obvious procedural.
  157. The ultimate in deja viewing:an overfamiliar and exasperating game of cat-and-mousie.
  158. Adolescents are too grown-up for this blasted nonsense.
  159. Moves at a glacial pace.
  160. Cut-and-dried sci-fi thriller.
  161. Doesn't orchestrate the scares with much finesse.
  162. If you're mocking holier-than-thou-ness, you can't very well strike a hipper-than-thou tone.
  163. As a whole, the film is a perplexing, dark and brooding exercise, which only makes its inappropriately cheery ending feel all the more slight.
  164. Two-hour exercise in chaotic action and coarse, annoyingly coy sexuality.
  165. For the most part, Daredevil doesn't take a single dare; it travels the road much trod, even if it's through the midtown air.
  166. Nothing in this film makes any sense, and Stuart Blumberg, David T. Wagner and Brent Goldberg's script merely gets more preposterous as it elaborates on its implausible premise.
  167. Less a movie than a meticulously, tediously accurate Civil War reenactment committed to celluloid.
  168. Watching Thurman's character "triumph" in a context as joyless and self-referential as Tarantino's is a soul-deadening experience, one that over two hours takes on the same dreary monotone as the cheapest pornography.
  169. It winds up being tuneless, unfunny and, despite its strenuous efforts, not terribly sexy.
  170. One mediocre, ploddingly predictable film, loaded down with cheesy Hollywood tactics.
  171. Will go anywhere for a gag, including into the realms of homophobic, gastrointestinal and erectile dysfunction humor.
  172. It's too bad Chan's imagination and delicacy were wasted in this movie.
  173. It's not really a movie. I suppose it's what could be called a recorded behavior.
  174. As the film's boo! moments get spookier and more frequent, Godsend gets more and more inane.
  175. You can't make an epic about a mouse.
  176. Although the acting is committed and sometimes stirring, most of the characters are about as one-note as the biblical archetypes Martin wants to get away from in the first place. "The Name of the Rose" this ain't.
  177. Like so many technological marvels, at the human level it's not only merely dead, it's really most sincerely dead.
  178. It's just sort of trying.
  179. This is another unhelpful screed, uncontaminated by sense or perspective, that preaches loudly to the choir.
  180. Here was my question for most of this movie: Wha-? I was clueless. Did not understand. Count me among the stupid.
  181. So solemnly paced and deliberately performed that it seems to solidify before your very eyes.
  182. It may give many viewers a licentious flutter, but the highbrow ingredient -- although it desperately wants to be there -- is missing.
  183. There are some very funny passing lines, but the movie's too uneven to enjoy.
  184. The title (which translates, essentially, as "burned out") is an apt description of the film itself: a hot and smoldering shell.
  185. Martin Lawrence is all there is to National Security. And that's about two or three points out of a possible 10
  186. Now and then sputters to comic life but more usually wheezes along.
  187. It's Hoffman's failure, though, that sinks the picture. He is working here with his usual meticulousness, but there's no relaxation in his performance, no sense that he has ever merged with his subject, that he has found Raymond's center and is simply acting out of it.
  188. Sphere, an unfathomable chowder of recycled science fiction and undersea thrillers, briefly bubbles with promise only to plummet into the murky depths. Weighed down by inconsistencies and pretensions, the tale founders like a stinky beluga.
    • 31 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    With all the dog dung in Envy, it's almost too easy to generalize that it stinks. But it does, unfortunately, despite the big-name actors in its cast.
  189. It's hard to tell if this thing's serious or parody and, if it is parody, whether or not it's intentional. Is it a winky joke, for instance, to have lightweight performer George Hamilton as Pacino's business attorney, or just ridiculous casting? Hamilton's performance points to the latter.
  190. Kids who love Pokemon movies are no doubt going to see this movie, and they'll have a blast watching it. Very soon they will become older and more sensible and understand how terrible these movies are.
  191. Collapses under the weight of its own pretension, a victim of misogyny trying to pass itself off as female sexual empowerment.
  192. It's so laden with foreboding, you want to get out from under it and gasp for air.
  193. An overgrown hybrid of disaster epic, can-do combat adventure and '50s sci-fi movie, this craft has visited our world many times before. And while she's a beaut, the sticker on her titanium bumper reads: "Been There, Done That, Beam Me Up, Scotty."
  194. The film, like the cheap double-scotches quaffed down by the central character, leaves a distinctly sour aftertaste that's hard to wash away the morning after.
  195. These storied 13 days feel like the Hundred Years War.
  196. The kid chews up the scenery like a baby T-Rex, egged on, no doubt, by director Agresti.
  197. The Wachowski brothers have rendered their chronicles into banality, as if trying to imitate the qualitative tailspin of the "Star Wars" series.
  198. Desperation is the project's principal quality, characterizing everything from the misfiring jokes to the surprisingly distinguished cast.
  199. A picture-book French film that's pretty and trite, rather than edgy and moving.
  200. Functional but tiresome.
  201. Simply painful to watch as the doomed vehicle it's trapped in comes whistling toward a fiery crash landing.
  202. Laugh? I thought I'd never start.
  203. It wants us to believe that being popular and getting the cutest guy in school really is the key to happiness. Like, how totally last century is that?
  204. Less a tale of mysterious, tragic love than a three-way Harlequin romance.
  205. Even the staunchest of golfheads must know they're watching a cut-and-trite accounting.
  206. So rich in processed sugar, canned sentiment and schmaltz, I thought I was going to throw up.
  207. Ultimately undermined by the fact that the two rock bands Timoner chose to focus on -- the Brian Jonestown Massacre and the Dandy Warhols -- simply don't matter as much as she thinks they do.
  208. It's like a music video of Helen Reddy's "I Am Woman" filmed in the Chevy Chase Pottery Barn.
  209. Stone's film is a case study in cultural analysis that aims at too much and achieves too little.
  210. The film stars Bruce Campbell of the "Evil Dead" series as Elvis in a touching, funny and at times grotesque performance that is actually the best thing about the movie.
    • 14 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    We don't have much space to tell you about Glitter, so we'll be blunt. This star vehicle for singer Mariah Carey is primarily a showcase for her breasts.
  211. There were moments when I thought Gone in 60 Seconds might be a passably entertaining movie. I figure those moments, strung end-to-end, would total 30 or 40 seconds.
  212. An unsurprising, undistinguished piece of post-summer, pre-holiday detritus.
    • 36 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    It really should be arrested for impersonating an interesting movie.
  213. Although this script starts off with great zest, it's ultimately a disappointment.
  214. It's about as deep as electronic white noise.
  215. The sparks don't fly -- they fall down and they can't get up.
  216. Maybe the easiest thing would be to skip the movie altogether. Godard has created such a hermetic, uncompromising world that only the hardiest cinematic spelunkers are likely to appreciate its depths.
  217. They made a movie without one basic ingredient: the story.
  218. It evokes a warmed-over Fox TV special.
  219. You are likely to encounter more surprises on the way to the bathroom each morning than you do in this film.
  220. Far too slick and manufactured to claim street credibility.
  221. So taken with its own love of cinema, it forgets to lead you down the necessary dramaturgical path to make you fall in love, too.
  222. I would rather have a more interesting group of desperate people to spend my post-apocalyptic time with.
  223. The film's maudlin focus on the young woman's infirmity and her naive dreams play like the worst kind of Hollywood heart-string plucking.
  224. A crashing letdown.
  225. Nobody hits the jackpot here, certainly not filmmakers Michael and Mark Polish, whose audacious, empathic first film, "Twin Falls Idaho," showed such promise.
  226. It's less a children's movie made for contemporary children than a children's movie made for people who still remember, and pine for, how children's movies were made 50 years ago.
  227. The gags are physical but rarely funny.
    • 44 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    The humor is rigorously unoriginal and it all feels a bit like minstrelsy, a freakish, ritualistic nod to things your grandfather might have found funny.
  228. A soundtrack buried inside a sitcom.
  229. The film oozes sentimentality, soap-opera bathos and clumsy cribbings from the Frank Capra book of small-town values. Those are its good points.
  230. There's some cool sword-fighting. But still, it's junk.
  231. Not enough to keep this celluloid ship from sinking under the weight of its own stupidity.
  232. In the end, it all looks and plays like a $40 million version of a game you're more likely to enjoy on a computer.
  233. The only thing that's truly scary about the movie is the escalating vulgarity of the latest in a string of skanky comedies by filmmakers determined to out-gross the other.
  234. Goes nowhere fast.
  235. Despite its noir references and evocations, this slick film, directed by Tony Scott from Quentin Tarantino's script, is a preposterously bloody mess, as is the plot.
  236. In the end, Unfaithful leaves you dispirited and grumpy: All that money spent, all that talent wasted, all that time gone forever, and for what? It's an ill movie that bloweth no man to good.
  237. A special-effects extravaganza that uses the barest of excuses to bring these characters together.
  238. A purported heist flick that sucks all the style out of stealing.
  239. For all its art-house posturing, for all its exploration of the taboo topic, Birth is anything but good.
  240. There's the scene in which Jacques, the French Canadian proprietor of the Power and Glory, tells Laura, "I am the Great Went," to which she responds, "I am the muffin." Jacques returns, "I'm as blank as a fart." Maybe all Jacques is saying is "I am full of gas." Certainly Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me seems to be.
  241. Saw
    But humans who live above ground, including horror fans, will find themselves only fitfully entertained and more consistently appalled.
  242. If you're going to make a gross-out comedy you can't just be gross. You've got to be to be funny as well, or the movie will be DOA. Which is why Eurotrip should be toe-tagged and shoved into the deepest and coldest of video vaults.
  243. Kari may eventually go far, but for now he's one of the less interesting inhabitants of international art cinema's disaffected-youth ghetto.
  244. The psychologizing in Party Monster never goes deeper than what you might get out of Dr. Phil on a bad day.
  245. This movie just doesn't match its predecessors.

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