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. Relentlessly offensive.
  2. So rich in processed sugar, canned sentiment and schmaltz, I thought I was going to throw up.
  3. 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.
  4. Never asks its target audience of self-referential baby boomers and their littles bundles of joy to take it more seriously than it takes itself.
  5. As a movie, this is exciting stuff.
  6. Although the hallmarks of Rudolph movies can be found everywhere -- they don't add up to the usual magic this time.
  7. Mostly, the movie is riveting, well-done fare -- the stuff of Hollywood epic adventure.
  8. If you choose to see this puerile tripe, check your dignity at the door.
  9. The visual comedy is brilliant.
  10. It's the sort of movie that can make normally well-read and intelligent viewers feel stupid.
  11. It continually crashes and burns on its own banality.
  12. Shaft? Not in this splashy-but-empty remake he isn't.
  13. An adolescent romance that isn't smart enough to mirror "When Harry Met Sally" or crudely amusing enough to get close to "American Pie."
  14. The film's climax was only one of several moments that left me utterly verklempt, without ever knowing that my buttons were being pushed.
  15. Crudup gives a performance that is by turns scary, heartbreaking, grotesque and funny as hell.
  16. KEN, KEN, KEN, not another Shakespeare, pleeeeeeez.
  17. The best thing about this movie? It's short.
  18. It's a brilliant, profound movie, but it's almost no fun at all.
  19. 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.
  20. If you're not rolling in the aisles, you're definitely in the wrong theater.
  21. It has as much of an ax to grind as the humorless and misguided bureaucrats it mocks.
  22. You won't feel enlightened, just let down
  23. Intentionally defies categorization and explication.
  24. Childishly simple, but extremely funny.
  25. The episodes are too convoluted to get into.
  26. Such a feast of outlandish pleasures it'll send you home steam-cleaned and shrink-wrapped.
  27. Diverting and provides a satisfying alternative to teen-oriented summer comedy.
  28. It satisfies your appetite for totally tasteless but deliciously flaky boy movies.
  29. The occasional big moments are stunning, and kids from the ages of, say, 6 years to 6 years and 3 days will love it. Anyone younger will be scared; anyone older, bored.
  30. All dancing and hugging and no good.
  31. A darkly interesting distraction but not much more.
  32. A million monkeys with a million crayons would be hard-pressed in a million years to create anything as cretinous as Battlefield Earth.
  33. Friends, Washingtonians, countrymen, I come not to praise Gladiator but to bury it.
  34. The story the film tells ruins the movie.
  35. Moderately pleasing adaptation of the W. Somerset Maugham novella.
  36. A pleasure because of zany developments like this, and a healthy dose of amusing characters.
  37. I'd rather sit in bumper-to-bumper hell on I-495 for two hours than get caught in Traffic again.
  38. It's like a chick flick for men--and the women who love them, sniff-sniff.
  39. It's zany. Actually, it's so zany it's almost creepy.
  40. Unromantic, nonsexual and hellaciously dull.
  41. Tries to put your tear ducts in a headlock with a litany of catastrophes.
  42. A brain-cramping and eye-straining experiment in digital filmmaking.
  43. Should have never made it up the distribution aisle.
  44. The movie isn't about anything except acting, and although the acting it shows is brilliant, it makes exactly the point that is the opposite of the point it thought it was making: Acting isn't enough.
  45. More interesting for the world it evokes rather than the drama that unfolds.
  46. The real star of U-571 is its sheer visceral atmosphere.
  47. Demonstrates that a movie need not be good to be cool.
  48. While not exactly a cop-out, Virgin may leave some viewers who crave traditional closure with the same hollow ache described by the narrator as follows: "What lingered after them was not life but the most trivial list of mundane facts."
  49. This one has crossover hit written all over it.
  50. The bad news? The story, which rumbles along like an unattended wheelchair on a gently sloping sidewalk.
  51. May be the most ruggedly decent film to come along in a couple of decades.
  52. An edgy, irreverent, thoroughly winning comedy.
  53. There's nothing beyond the bloodshed and gallows humor, just intellectually secondhand implications about materialism, conformity and misogyny.
  54. So phony it makes your gums ache.
  55. If Southpaw leaves you hungry, this much is also true: The "food" was good in the first place.
  56. It is the verdict of this court that it be led to a stockade reserved exclusively for cheap, pandering movies and duly shot.
  57. The two-hour film never feels a minute too long.
  58. A brainy, superbly acted buddy movie.
  59. Bizarre yet popular.
  60. Smits can't wrench free of this tangle of cliches.
  61. The movie itself may be a species of Montezuma's revenge.
  62. A guaranteed pleasure for anyone who ever loved pop music, owned a record collection or suffered in love
  63. A heartbreaker, plain and simple.
  64. A moldy teenage tear-jerker.
  65. It's still got some panache.
  66. There's a refreshingly unusual spirit at work.
  67. This wonderfully acted romance brings the touching fantasy "Truly, Madly, Deeply" to mind.
  68. Based on "Romeo and Juliet" the way a martini is "based" on vermouth.
  69. It is a rabble-rousing cheerfest, based on a true story.
  70. Your own final destination just might be the box office, to demand your money back.
  71. You don't have to love WWF scrapping to appreciate this movie.
  72. A surprisingly gripping experience.
  73. I'm not sure if it was that or the cloying script, but after a couple of hours of spinning around listening to this drivel I felt like I was going to barf.
  74. Polanski, generally, has fallen farther than Lucifer, and into a more profoundly depressing hell, the hell of utter banality.
  75. Really two movies in one, and there's not enough breathing room for both of them.
  76. 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.
  77. I watched Mona. I felt like drowning.
  78. Has its sinfully funny moments. Funny, that is, if you appreciate a certain cynical clamminess -- or Buck Henry seediness -- to your comedy.
  79. Something to get excited about.
  80. Extraordinarily poetic, suspenseful film.
  81. Here's a film that so merrily thumbs its nose at propriety in exchange for visceral thrills, and at probability in exchange for the really cool plot twist, that it checks in as the guiltiest pleasure since "The 13th Warrior."
  82. Derivative dumpling of a romantic comedy about Irish sexuality.
  83. The sad truth is that Wonder Boys is little more than a sentimentalized encomium to the disheveled, childish life it ascribes to writers.
  84. A portrait of a hero.
  85. The movie's devil-may-care freneticism is edgily amusing, almost liberating.
  86. As a piece of journalism then, Boiler Room is first class.
  87. Essentially an extended cutesy session.
  88. This Matt Perry vehicle is funnier than anyone could hope to expect.
  89. At first, the picture is moving. . And suddenly charm turns to quasi-commie didacticism.
  90. You are allowed to come up with a monster we haven't seen before.
  91. Serves as a fascinating exploration of racial and social prejudice; and an indictment of cultural miscegenation.
  92. There's little here to offend anyone, and even less here to excite anyone.
  93. Feels more like an overblown TV special than a grand theatrical release.
  94. Relentlessly beautiful and wholly annoying.
  95. It's plenty entertaining, but the ending is disappointing, given the buildup.
  96. A chalice of unpretentious delight, flowing over with goodwill, a cheeky love for soccer and, uh, Buddhist humor.
  97. If it were the last videotape available in the only video store in the remotest corner of Alaska, I'd take one last slug of Jack Daniels and start walking directly into the howling snows.
  98. Neither character seems especially insightful, and their intense focus on the self and the terrific delicacy of their feelings comes to feel narcissistic and annoying.
  99. I had to beg my 8-year-old to stop laughing.
  100. Hilarious.
  101. Then as now, visually pleasant and (of course) musically wonderful but, all-in-all, a mixed bag.
  102. Brilliantly played by Denzel Washington
  103. Extraordinary documentary.
  104. I'd give this movie about half a miracle.
  105. As dull as the decor in a Motel 6.
  106. There's something hideously pretentious about the whole thing.
  107. Funny without being flip.
  108. Enter the world of the sociopathic killer and enjoy.
  109. Never transports you to another place and time, as it intends to.
  110. In the translation from page to film, the life seems to have gone out of the story
  111. It's about as deep as electronic white noise.
  112. All credit to Carrey, whose one-man performance is almost enough to redeem the movie.
  113. Tired conventions, hoary themes and obvious conclusions.
  114. A stunner -- as big and messy as a war, as small and perfect as a diamond.
  115. A cold, protracted and unemotional affair.
  116. The tale is propelled by its characters and buoyed by the film's warm and loving spirit.
  117. A 160 minute work of sustained brilliance and delicacy.
  118. Fails as the big-screen romance it wants to be. The main problem: There's only one heart between the principals, and it beats solely in Chow's chest.
  119. As intoxicating as the flower it's named for, and its characters, most of them as flawed and fascinating as the film itself, seem intoxicated by the overpowering scent.
  120. The movie is pure pro-choice agitprop, as it tracks Homer's conversion to the cause of choice and posits the heroism of the abortionist. Pro-lifers will hate it on that point alone.
  121. Cradle Will Rock is left in mid-rock, as it were, its energy squandered, its sense of history confused, its sound and fury ultimately signifying nothing.
  122. Overwritten, overextended and clunkily symbolic
  123. There's visceral horror, too, including a grisly image -- a horror-in-miniature involving a fingernail -- that located an open nerve in my jaded ability to endure screen violence.
  124. From its deceptively easygoing beginning to the heart-wrenching finale, The Green Mile keeps you wonderfully high above the cynical ground.
  125. A considerable cut above the crop of recent features by other 'SNL' alums.
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  126. A generally well-made tale of humor and hard luck.
  127. There's so much wrong with this movie.
  128. Fails to capture the spiritual hallelujah of the novel.
  129. Penn's performance is the movie's ultimate grace note. As funny and ingenious as Allen's films can get, they are rarely known for depth of character.
  130. A coy seriocomedy distantly related to--but missing the sting of--"Kiss of the Spider Woman."
  131. Janet McTeer doesn't imitate Mary Jo Walker, and she doesn't act her. She becomes her. It's almost spooky.
  132. 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.
  133. In its quiet way, Ride With the Devil is terrific.
  134. A sequel that eclipses the original. The toys are back with even more hilarious vengeance. The story's twice as inventive as its predecessor.
  135. The new Bond movie is pure nonsense art of the dadaist school; it follows the rules of the ridiculous as it turns narrative convention, thriller formula and special-effects set pieces into a manifesto of the purest gibberish.
  136. It's enough to make your head spin, but Almodovar, whose mastery of the medium has never been more assured, gives you plenty to think about, ultimately grounding the dizzy whirl of his idiosyncratic fictional world in a story that feels not just true but universal.
  137. In Burton's hands, Washington Irving's spooky classic is reincarnated as an overripe, grisly Goth cartoon.
  138. It isn't Austen, but it's delicious fun.
  139. Demonstrates what writer-director Levinson does best: evoke the sights, smells and atmosphere of his youth with intelligence, humor and a keen sense of social perspective.
  140. So closely observed, so funny and so true to the junk that is everybody's real--as opposed to movie--life that it comes to feel like some kind of a miracle.
  141. So elegantly layered and emotionally restrained, it makes the horror at its center all the more disturbing.
  142. Never was the case for psychotropic medication more acute than in Jovovich's performance.
  143. For a while, the film is screamingly funny, but the further it goes, the more muddled the narrative becomes.
  144. Benefits from affecting performances from a gifted cast headed by R&B heartthrob Usher Raymond.
  145. An unoriginal warming over of a skimpy Japanese production that has been re-edited, rescored and rewritten for American tots and padded out to feature length with a plotless short called "Pikachu's Vacation."
  146. Cutesy in the television sitcom sense.
  147. Less-than-scintillating spin on "Life Is Beautiful."
  148. As quintessential a story of American ambition as Welles' own "Citizen Kane."
  149. You may have as much fun tearing it apart in its aftermath as you do watching it, but the fun is still genuine.
  150. A well-orchestrated nightmare that keeps you on edge until the very end.
  151. An end-of-the-world movie like no other.
  152. Another sentimental mushfest disguised as a movie.
  153. An enchanting, staggeringly beautiful epic at sea, is poetry in motion.
  154. As spectacular as it is dense and as dense as it is colorful and as colorful as it is meaningless and as meaningless as it is long.
  155. So full of creativity, so subversive, so alive.
    • 61 Metascore
    • 70 Critic Score
    Tapping into the Zeitgeist of young black professionals starving to see themselves on film, it hits all the right cultural touchstones.
  156. The movie's half over before it really starts to whack at the funny bone.
  157. Hopeless rip-off of Hitchcock's "The Birds."
  158. Tries so hard to be cool that it forgets to be alive.
  159. Mark Childress, who wrote the screenplay based upon his book of the same name, would have been better off leaving this Southern Gothic between two covers.
  160. Doesn't pack the punch of Schrader and Scorsese's career-best collaborations ("Raging Bull," "Taxi Driver").
  161. The stranger and more unusual the characters, and the less they're explained, the better.
  162. Folks, I really feel that seeing this one for you is the movie critic's equivalent of jumping on the grenade to save your lives. Send me medals.
  163. Leads you through a miserable childhood without sentimentality or relief. The effect is torturous.
  164. Cuts a path directly to the heart.
  165. A provocative experience that lights you up even as it brutalizes you. And I don't even like Brad Pitt very much.
  166. Solemn, earnest and as laboriously paced as a fat Sicilian's funeral procession.
  167. (Stamp and Fonda's) polar-opposition in acting styles and temperament, their cultural differences and their pop-cultural synergy come together with almost delicious cacophony.
  168. Endearing if slight, Superstar at least knows what it's doing the whole way.
  169. The longest, hardest sit of the season -- you are stuck there, a single tube of puckered muscle, waiting for the extremely ugly violence to occur -- but it is driven by performances of such luminous humanity that they break your heart.
  170. No darn good.
  171. We know the story will conclude with a crescendo of frozen-north hallelujahs. Cheering is endemic to Disney. They can't help themselves.
  172. This sweet little tale is as informative as it is entertaining for its target audience, the very youngest of the Muppet franchise's fans.
  173. Along with a lot of 10-gallon laughs, Happy, Texas rustles up plenty of goodwill for its larcenous, sexually ambiguous leading men.
  174. Enormously entertaining.
  175. Enough to make any thinking person want to shoot a hole in the screen.
  176. Beginning with an intriguing premise, which it manages to squander in record time, it turns out to be a thinly imagined, thinly acted, silly exercise in car crashes, chases and nasty outbursts of generic violence.
  177. A sort of thinking-person's cornball movie.
  178. If you don't operate on the premise that soccer is the most important thing in the universe, you might not go along with everything in Fever Pitch.
  179. But the best thing about Jakob the Liar is that it's not "Patch Adams at Auschwitz."
  180. Affecting, gloriously acted.
  181. May not rock the joint. But then, it isn't trying to.
  182. A pooped, poorly executed buddy-cop comedy with more cliches than expletives.
  183. The baseball half of the story just slightly works. ... Nothing in [the other] half of the film works.
  184. Hilarious, painful and brutally frank.
  185. This movie reeks, stinks, smells and destroys life as we know it with one olfactory destructive blast.
  186. A vicious anti-Catholic diatribe disguised as an audition tape for MTV.
  187. Fitfully amusing but nothing remarkable
  188. An irredeemably transparent... DIRECT RIPPING OFF OF "SPEED."
  189. The list of great moments is virtually endless.
    • 38 Metascore
    • 80 Critic Score
    A beautiful, sad, spiritual story with joy and delicacy, visual chops and emotional depth.
  190. Too lightweight and streamlined to be memorable.
  191. Performances feel too manufactured to be charming.
  192. Has a gritty authenticity to it … captures the spectacularly crazed quality of urban violence.
  193. About as funny as digging your own grave in an unmarked part of New Jersey.
  194. Lazily written and hopelessly miscast.
  195. This is not a fantastic movie. But there's more to it than just an MTV-slickified "Midnight Express" starring two young, photogenic stars.
  196. Lacks emotional depth and intellectual sincerity.
  197. Well, it could have been good. But this goofy homage to Kiss fans gets dry mouth pretty fast.
  198. You'd think indie filmmakers would have learned by now that people tend to put on a sober face when addressed from the pulpit.
  199. A movie that dares you to slow down and enjoy the subtleties of life.
  200. A live-action cartoon without dramatic focus, a solid structure or discernible theme.
  201. A full-throttle fantasy, about as heady a movie experience as it gets.
  202. Still, the movie -- as beautifully drawn, as sleek and engaging as it is -- has the annoyance of incredible smugness.
  203. It's like an enema to the soul as it probes the ways of death ? some especially grotesque in a family setting. You leave slightly asquirm. You know it will linger.
  204. Entrancing, uncommonly compassionate film.
  205. [Gere] seemed to be improvising his way from beginning to end, like he was disgusted with the actual script.
  206. You have a movie in which sharks with triple-digit IQs hunt humans with double-digit IQs. It’s no contest.
  207. Screenwriter Lona Williams and director Michael Patrick Jann spare no attempt to show characters at their zaniest, wackiest or most grotesque. The effect is disconcerting. Is this light comedy or dark satire? It ends up being neither.
  208. The movie, based on the TV cartoon series, is exceptionally pleasant, and there's just enough humor to make it enjoyable for adults.
  209. Eugenio Zanetti's set design is wonderful. But the movie isn't enough to make people check the shadows when they leave the theater.
  210. 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.
  211. Despite the unforced humor and honesty in the performances of its young and talented cast, The Wood spends too much time wallowing in arrested adolescence to make you feel you've traveled anywhere.
  212. It's empty of ideas, which is fine, but it's also empty of heat.
  213. Low-tech inventiveness at its best.
  214. Although the film starts out with well-mounted menace, Arlington Road becomes increasingly overwrought and predictable.
  215. If there's any moral to this sorry story, perhaps Lee's stealth-message is it: Even when it's not about race, it is.
  216. A rambling wreck from computer tech and a helluva souvenir –- that is, for those interested in artifacts representing the American movie at its worst.
  217. Sharp, wildly funny social satire behind the profanity and potty jokes.
  218. Dismal. Lame. Not funny.
  219. Speaking of Jane, Minnie Driver gets the big banana for top off-screen performance. She brims over with prissiness and pep, tenderness and visionary appreciation.
  220. We are amused. We are not sputtering into our teacups, but we are chortling lightly.
  221. Kind of like watching a John Waters film on fast forward with all the good parts cut out. It's empty of charm and meaning, but it certainly kills time, for those who wish it dead.
  222. A prosaic, sexually perverse thriller masquerading as a critical look at military injustice.
  223. With its outrageous double-entendre, gonzo performances and appalling lack of restraint, the sequel is more than a guilty pleasure.
  224. A sloppily structured, snoozily paced psychodrama about living in harmony with nature and all the rest of that tree-hugging hooey.
  225. Rusnak, who was the second-unit director of "Godzilla," brings plenty of style to this ambitious yet utterly anticlimactic thumb-sucker.
  226. So the film has this weird postmodernist taint: It has a self-aware script that cleverly plays off the reality of its own cast and their famous real-life contretemps. It's smart and knowing.
    • 42 Metascore
    • 30 Critic Score
    Figgis depends on his considerable ability to evoke mood in a symphony of image, montage and music. But these scenes, watchable as some of them are (and I don't mean the Fall of Man Follies), don't accumulate into much more than abstract mush. [25 Jun 1999]
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  227. The Empire strikes out.
  228. Hoffman introduces a memorable sensuality to the movie.
  229. Tea With Mussolini is really about the first women in the Italian director's life. It's drawn from a single chapter of his book but suffers from a lack of focus. None of these great ladies is willing to give up center stage; nor, for that matter, are the grande dames who bring them so vividly to life.
  230. After Life is really a celebration of before-death: It's a complete rarity, for movies in general, for Washington in specific--pure sweetness of spirt. [8 Sept 1999, p.C9]
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  231. Fast and furious, shallow, empty, casually racist, merry, jaunty, silly and utterly weightless.
  232. Let's talk about it quickly, because the thumbs of both my hands have gone similarly crazy. They're pointing downward and refuse to budge until I finish this review.
  233. The case is tried off-screen. Thank goodness for the maid (Sarah Flind), who runs home from her chores with tidings from the outside world -- we hear from the maid that Sir Bobby gave a helluva final argument. The jurors wept, the crowd went wild. Too bad we missed it.
  234. Even the most ardent fans of the natural-born Bond are more apt to be shaken than stirred by the 68-year-old's implausible feats in this inert romantic adventure.
  235. A fast-paced, twisty-turny, high-fiving, but ultimately spiraling disaster of a movie about air traffic controllers, gets lost in this hyperbolic cloud cover, never to be found again.
    • 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.
  236. 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.
  237. A wonderful, piercing and hilarious examination of high school politics and how bitter and ruinous it can become.
  238. Feels as if it's inspired by the old "Road" comedies of Crosby and Hope. Except that it's "On the Road to Hell."
  239. Ultimately, SLC Punk! doesn't have enough dimension to maintain dramatic interest.
  240. Go
    The latest furiously paced, perversely entertaining "Pulp Fiction" for puppies.
  241. Predictable, slightly painful and as embarrassing as all get-out.
  242. It's a thoughtfully constructed story, with nuanced performances all around and even a mild surprise thrown in, but the whole thing feels ever so slightly enervated, like a game of chess between codgers in the park.
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