For 627 reviews, this critic has graded:
  • 43% higher than the average critic
  • 3% same as the average critic
  • 54% lower than the average critic
On average, this critic grades 3.2 points higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)

Joshua Rothkopf's Scores

  • Movies
Average review score: 62
Highest review score: 100 Beware of Mr. Baker
Lowest review score: 20 When in Rome
Score distribution:
  1. Negative: 42 out of 627
627 movie reviews
    • 25 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Keep your coin far away from this toxic fountain of crap.
    • 27 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    The little action here will disappoint fans; it’s way too choppy.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    The new movie is a joke, a toxic cocktail of banal psychobabble, laughably arty slo-mo flourishes and unmotivated sexual violence that only brain-in-jar types could take as a serious statement.
    • 48 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    This sex thriller is trapped in a tepid zone between quality trash and pretentious psychodrama.
    • 34 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    The only aspects marking The Back-Up Plan as modern (not fresh) are its skanky wallowings in hormonal urges and an equally sour penchant for potshots at the target audience: women who want to be mothers.
    • 31 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Watching people play a board game ain’t ever going to be scary, and that’s essentially what we have here.
    • 33 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Excruciatingly stupid movie.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Even on its own limited terms, the jokes are sub–"Friday" sequel, and a last-act grab for "Boyz n the Hood" pathos is seriously reaching.
    • 27 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Harsh-voiced Sarah Butler lends zero personality to her avenging antiheroine, and the retributive torture sequences approach "Saw" levels of unlikelihood.
    • 35 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Yogi Bear on the big screen feels not just needless, but wasteful.
    • 26 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    So bland it's easy to forget the title only minutes after exiting, this Emmerich-by-numbers invasion movie exists only to offer you the cutting edge in unconvincing special effects.
    • 43 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    A tiresome mess that's completely bereft of a quiet moment in speech or manner, The Tempest aches for the wisdom of discipline.
    • 18 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Russian-born schlockmeister Andrei Konchalovsky has flirted with the good kind of bad in the past (Tango & Cash), but here, he's finally made his disaster-piece. Unclean.
    • 24 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    A distinctly shameless and shoddily made family comedy.
    • 38 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Hollywood's hocus-pocus machine has turned out swill like this before, but even ultra-observant Catholics will find their interest waning. Hammy acting should make nonbelievers of the rest.
    • 17 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    The question remains: Exploitative films are a dime a dozen, but how low will two-faced art-film distributor IFC go?
    • 26 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    An excruciatingly awkward stab at generational sympathy, I Melt with You presents a quartet of thickening college buddies gathering at a Big Sur rental house to mourn their lost ambition.
    • 31 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Charmless and histrionic, this mean-spirited movie takes place in the toyscape of McG (Charlie's Angels), a monomonikered director who makes Michael Bay seem thoughtful.
    • 50 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Skip this one, even if your hipster significant other whines a blue streak.
    • 66 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    The whole movie aches from tired blood.
    • 22 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    You can take the phoenix-rising actor out of straight-to-video trash, but-well, you know the rest of it.
    • 18 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    As sick-making sketch comedies go, this stupefyingly bad one-somehow rife with A-list talent-must rank near the very bottom.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Puiu offers zero insight into his character; only suckers will find the pose artful or nourishing. Skip it.
    • 25 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Tired byplay between Reynolds’s mystified straight man and Bridges’s supernatural old pro will kill off any fond memories you have of zesty buddy films past and present.
    • 38 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Lacking a single serious scare or sly idea, the movie dies in ways that merely mediocre horror films can't even dream of.
    • 31 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Time to fire up the critical Black & Decker: Somebody-there are six credited screenwriters-really wasn't clear on the concept.
    • 43 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    The smidgen of dramatic color offered by Jennifer Lopez, as a divorced real-estate broker drawn into Parker's payback scheme, is offset by her character's shocking naïveté, shedding her clothes on command (as if she still couldn't hide a wire somewhere) and falling unconvincingly for Statham's featureless cipher.
    • 58 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Dropping on top of the heap is Lucky McKee's barely competent domestic thriller, bound to make you groan more than think.
    • 45 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    From the auteur of "Torque" (2004) comes this instant headache: a panicky snark-schlock horror-comedy that reduces everything to a hyperactive squall of white noise.
    • 36 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Never do you sense an overriding intelligence; Cortés once found laughs and shocks within the coffin-confined Buried, but here's he's got too much room to wander into realms of the ridiculous.
    • 9 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    A last-minute twist implicating the audience in the bloodlust isn't clever so much as hypocritical.
    • 55 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Let your mind wander during this painfully generic teen-sex dramedy (trust us, it will), and there might be emotions worse than frustration in store.
    • 46 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Unlike a truly daring movie like Lars von Trier's "The Idiots" - about a gang of clever jerks who pretend to be mentally retarded - The Comedy never musters an articulate indictment, nor does it have much to say on the subject of free-floating fatigue.
    • 37 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Waiting for Inescapable to finally reach its unearned, sentimental conclusion is a tiresome experience, but seeing Tomei submit to its badness is several measures worse.
    • 39 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    There’s not enough villainy—nor lip-smacking comeuppance—to justify a smiting by ash or falling column. The movie in your head melts ten times better.
    • 35 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    All the solemnity is deadly: Not one of these superhuman gang members registers in memory, and you feel stiffed on gory giggles. Talk about having your chain yanked.
    • 36 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    She (Lohan) isn’t the best thing about this awful, lounged-out drama — it has no best thing — but in her defense, Lohan has been atrociously directed, allowed to get away with the worst aspects of her vocal-fry laziness, and trotted out like a symbolic objet d’art.
    • 35 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    If mean-spirited snarksters had set out to trash the reputation of "Juno" screenwriter Diablo Cody, they couldn’t have done a more vicious job than the Oscar winner herself does with her directorial debut.
    • 31 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Since this marks the directorial debut of Hollywood hack Akiva Goldsman (A Beautiful Mind), there’s a heavy foot applied to the era-skipping leaps made by source novelist Mark Helprin.
    • 60 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Technically cruddy and tiresome in its we’ve-seen-a-lot-of-movies dialogue.
    • 23 Metascore
    • 20 Joshua Rothkopf
    Where, exactly, is Dario Argento? He’s up there in the title, but none of the horror maestro’s former genius (Suspiria) is evident in this silly, Stoker-by-numbers slog, rife with cheesy digital blood spurts but not a single moment of deep-red gorgeousness.