For 11,478 reviews, this publication has graded:
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On average, this publication grades 5.4 points lower than other critics.
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Average Movie review score: 60
| Highest review score: | Oppenheimer | |
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| Lowest review score: | Dolittle |
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Rita Kempley
Clan's greatest fault, however, is simply that it is an epic bore. [28 Feb 1986, p.11]- Washington Post
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Gary Arnold
Still of the Night emerges as not only failed, synthetic Hitchcock but also failed, synthetic slasher and failed, synthetic love story. [18 Dec 1982, p.C1]- Washington Post
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Paul Attanasio
Extremities pretends to be a serious movie, and in a film culture where women are routinely exploited and revenge is taken blithely, it is, at least, a departure. But we don't learn anything about men and women, or revenge, from "Extremities" -- we just watch people score debating points, to the tune of J.A.C. Redford's stale TV-movie score.- Washington Post
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Gary Arnold
What really compromises Midnight Madness is not inexperience or subsophomoric humor, inconvenient as they frequently are, but derivativeness. This vehicle can't quite build up its own head of steam when it seems to be assembled with spare parts from National Lampoon's Animal House and Scavenger Hunt. [13 Feb 1980, p.B4]- Washington Post
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Rita Kempley
Hurt's horrendous, with his goofy stilted accent. He talks as though he swallowed a bathtub. [16 Dec 1983, p.24]- Washington Post
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Paul Attanasio
You know something's wrong when screen writers James Orr and Jim Cruikshank have to jury-rig a couple of chase plots, involving an over-the-hill hit man (Eli Wallach) and an aging detective (Charles Durning) just to move things along.- Washington Post
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Hal Hinson
This We're No Angels isn't funny and it isn't smart -- it's a dumb show, almost literally, in fact. So few lines have been written for these actors that you almost believe that the script intentionally parodies their renowned inarticulateness.- Washington Post
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Rita Kempley
The Big Town aims to be The Hustler with dice, but it's just a lot of craps -- a laughable, overlong look at a small-town gambler's comeuppance at the hands of Chicago's high rollers.- Washington Post
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Rita Kempley
The actors haven't much to do. It looks like everybody needed the work. [10 Jan 1986, p.21]- Washington Post
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Paul Attanasio
John Frankenheimer has directed 52 Pick-Up in a style so devoid of nuance, the movie almost watches itself. From the crosscutting between Scheider and Ann-Margret that opens the film (an exchange of glances so portentous you think an earthquake is about to hit Los Angeles) to the way every emotion is underlined with tight close-ups, 52 Pick-Up is so aggressively explicit that it might have been made for an audience of trained apes.- Washington Post
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