For 633 reviews, this critic has graded:
  • 25% higher than the average critic
  • 3% same as the average critic
  • 72% lower than the average critic
On average, this critic grades 7.3 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)

Michael Atkinson's Scores

  • Movies
Average review score: 52
Highest review score: 100 The Night of the Hunter (re-release)
Lowest review score: 0 Stripped
Score distribution:
633 movie reviews
    • 57 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    Madagascar's relaxed density is a relief given the DreamWorks tendency to overbear, overblast, and overcaricaturize.
    • 70 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    Nolan and his co-screenwriter David Goyer can only press the big buttons so hard—it's still an old-school superhero summer movie, the plotting tortuous, the characters relegated to one-scene-one-emotion simplicity, the digitized action a never ending club mix of chases and mano a manos.
    • 71 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    Romero's fourth-grade dialogue doesn't help matters, but anyone seeking out the latest achievements in cranial ruptures, spewing-blood gouts, and ground-beef spillage need look no further.
    • 74 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    It's Korzun's film, and she is in complete control of her character, never divulging too much of the haunted woman under the studied facade of American hotsiness.
    • 65 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    Taking the medium slopes and never venturing into extremities, Shepard gets all of his laughs if not the ironic heart-tugs, and his cast is perfectly in tune. (Davis in comedic-observant mode is funnier than most American actresses in fifth gear.)
    • 70 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    Electric Shadows is committed to movies-as-escape swoonery, but the script's late disasters are also predicated on cinema and filmgoing, suggesting an ambivalence the rest of the film seems oblivious to.
    • 62 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    If the movie stops short of exploring its own baggage, the actors still make for unforgettable company.
    • 66 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    A competent, earnest ethnographic video doc that never quite rises above its own best intentions.
    • 43 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    It's all about the performances. Kechiche is reserved and superbly troubled, but Wright Penn, her stardom-crippling reserves of bitterness and bile rising to the surface, is a scary monster in full bloom, and her habitation of this wacky role makes the movie worth its weight in pixels.
    • 63 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    We're accustomed to an omniscient understanding of what movie characters, particularly in dramas about love and loss, are thinking, but Hong distributes information with a saline drip. Often, of course, his two lonely fools don't quite know what they're thinking, either--Woman can sometimes come off like an introverted "Carnal Knowledge" with two Jack Nicholsons.
    • 71 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    Instead of hitting the gas and allowing the scenario to rock 'n' roll with g-forces, Reitman keeps his movie small, unvaried, slack, and deliberately and oddly, completely smoke-free.
    • 61 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    Despite the soft-spoken Smith, a type-A British liaison self-named the Turbocharger, and the apparent involvement of the IRA, the doc prioritizes flash over facts, leaving you pining for the New Yorker exposé it could've been.
    • 62 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    Hribar's film is not remarkable or ingenious in its creation of ethnic gusto and peripheral naturalism, but it's adept enough for a pass on M:i:III.
    • 45 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    De rigueur hypocritical as it may be coming from Hollywood, Click is a cultural critique, with the dull blade and impact of a battle-ax... But it's a farce about loss, and it doesn't flinch.
    • 53 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    Even more of a party-hearty-Marty potlatch of silliness than its predecessor. The franchise having been established, Verbinski, Bruckheimer, and Co. have been liberated to indulge in absurdities, pile on the so-old-they're-new-again clichés, and make jokes at their own expense.
    • 67 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    Sometimes clumsy and dry, always sympathetic, and wryly interested in the impact food has on social intercourse, Be With Me is eventually affecting once its elliptical shape becomes clear.
    • 69 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    Full of well-observed supporting riffs, Crash might've accumulated more frisson had it cast a clearer eye on how social tension actually plays.
    • 53 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    She (Rossellini) is radiant in a profoundly ordinary and believable way, as always, and stirs up generational pathos all by herself.
    • 72 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    Plenty of twisty scripting makes the queasy damage seem conceptually neat and tidy, as if that's a good idea, but what we need here is a little more meat.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    You're not sure what this is till it's over, but certainly Hawke's performance is his nerviest and most sincere in a decade.
    • 61 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    Now, we have Jeremy Renner as another Treadstone mega man (there were nine, apparently), and though he is a likable enough pug-nosed action figure, the Damonlessness is sorely felt.
    • 48 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    It is, for a contemporary CGI-fraught fantasy-slash-living-video-game, not at all bad, dotted with moments of Bosch and steady on its storytelling feet.
    • 40 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    Beneath may be an earnest goof, but any intended irony is so spiked with rainy-day-matinee movie love that the result is an oddly guileless horror exercise, unscary but rather adorable.
    • 74 Metascore
    • 60 Michael Atkinson
    The movie is so brisk, even-handed, and realpolitik you're never quite sure if it has anything to say.
    • 71 Metascore
    • 50 Michael Atkinson
    It's a TV show and a facile one at that.
    • 49 Metascore
    • 50 Michael Atkinson
    It might be worth enduring the Limburger to see Fraser morph from freckled-faced Rod McKuen dweeb to seven-foot albino ball star and never miss a beat.
    • 69 Metascore
    • 50 Michael Atkinson
    Wastes a ton of potent material.
    • 57 Metascore
    • 50 Michael Atkinson
    Though rife with incidental plot holes, Foote's movie feels right even when nothing important is happening...which is much of the time.
    • 46 Metascore
    • 50 Michael Atkinson
    An entrancing glimpse of true underground Americana.
    • 76 Metascore
    • 50 Michael Atkinson
    Though Maclean uses every trick available to make up for the missing inner voice, we never get into Crudup's mellow loser like we should. Maclean's got an incisive eye, but it's poised on the outside of the terrarium looking in.