Entertainment Weekly's Scores

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4,805 movie reviews
  1. Tells a moldy-oldie, not-nearly-as-nasty-as-it-thinks-it-is joke. Over and over again.
  2. Might best be described as bereavement porn.
  3. The only pleasure to be derived from the resulting carnage comes from the Rube Goldbergesque chain reactions that precede each fatality.
  4. Cooper, who looks appealingly wolfish in his expensively tailored suits, plays the whole thing with a dutiful, earnest expression lacquered on his face, his eyes misting on cue at the exact same moments yours will be rolling into the back of your head.
  5. Carrey suggests an escaped mental patient impersonating a game-show host-and, what's worse, his hyperbolically obnoxious shtick is the whole damned show.
    • Metascore: 37
    • Critic Score 25
    Afterlife is slow-moving but relentless, and judging from a post-credits teaser that promises yet another sequel, it has an unquenchable appetite for your brain cells.
  6. Maybe the worst thing that can happen is that every other movie at the multiplex will be sold out this weekend.
  7. Each man's shtick swells into a frenzy of overacting.
  8. You realize you're watching a snuff film, where the victim isn't just teen innocence but teen romance.
  9. The United States of Leland is tedious yet infuriating, since its characters, all of whom seem to have emerged from a screenwriter's manual, are like exhibits in a thesis meant to indict the middle class for the crime of its collective dysfunction.
  10. Terminally muddled crime drama.
    • Metascore: 37
    • Critic Score 33
    This movie has no courage and little brains, and is salvaged, if at all, only by its heart. There remains a huge market for a great Halloween teen comedy, but Fun Size is the disappointing apple that your crazy-haired neighbor gives you instead of candy.
  11. Taylor Hackford, fails to squeeze the tiniest bit of juice, sexy or comic or otherwise, out of the chintzy-libertine locale.
  12. Except for the relentless, jittery way that the film has been photographed, there's nothing of interest going on in it. It's all fractious guerrilla-newsreel "style" masquerading a void.
  13. An unintentionally ludicrous drama of repentance.
  14. I didn't think Matthew Perry could find a romantic comedy more inert or inane than the 1997 fiasco ''Fools Rush In.''
  15. Plays out like a variation on an old design dictum: If you can't make it good, make it big.
  16. The big climax isn't climactic, just hysterical and incoherent. Murphy, with her bug-eyed, love-me mugging, is simply too slight and gawky to play the Everygirl.
  17. For all I know, Ryan's performance could be a dead-on Kallen impression. But what she appears to be doing is an impression of Johnny Depp doing an impression of Keith Richards doing an impression of Liz Taylor.
  18. A demented, orgiastically gory vampire/sex parable.
  19. With his tousled mane and wispy facial hair, Asian pop star/ Prada model Kaneshiro suggests a Japanese Johnny Depp, but even his charisma can't carry Returner through its interminable longueurs. Blame it on Yamazaki.
  20. Sour, sadistic, and stale from sitting on the shelf since the pre-''XXX'' era -- an era I'm starting to miss.
  21. The results in Employee of the Month are toothless.
    • Metascore: 36
    • Critic Score 25
    Jazmin's so fat that the movie reduces her to a single discernible characteristic, which is a telltale mark of many a wholly awful comedy.
  22. How appealing is Muniz, taking a break from ''Malcolm in the Middle,'' a day job he should by no means let go of?
    • Metascore: 36
    • Critic Score 25
    Atrocious sequel.
  23. While candy-colored graphics should dazzle kids, Space Chimps has little draw for audiences spoiled by the Pixar-given knowledge that CGI can entertain -- and not just stupefy -- moviegoers of any age.
  24. Old Holden would call the whole movie phony, and I agree, if you want to know the truth.
  25. A distasteful zeitgeist cocktail tracking the booze-fueled sexcapades of eight repellent L.A. singles.
  26. At least Ribisi's fake-cojones histrionics are fun. The rest of this "Donnie Brasco" knockoff, with James Marsden as a Gulf War veteran who goes undercover, is a turgid, ketchup-spattered dud.
  27. It's not much fun to see these two reduced to "Mad TV" parodies of themselves.
  28. The morality of revenge is barely at issue in a movie that pushes the plausibility of revenge right over a cliff.
  29. Allen is no more convincing than the writer-director, Chris Ver Wiel, who strings together faux-QT, faux-Elmore Leonard clichés like so many necklace beads and pretends that's the same thing as making a movie.
  30. Kollek is a fringe auteur who makes independent films the old fashioned way: no budget, static camera, a script that telegraphs its tiny, paste gem ironies.
    • Metascore: 36
    • Critic Score 25
    So what is real? Only the boredom of the audience as the film collapses from one meaningless false-bottom environment to the next.
  31. No belief on earth can rescue Swank from a film that's a chain of disaster chintz masquerading as a sermon.
  32. Witless, insultingly derivative, muddy-looking, and edited in the hammering epileptic style that marks so many films produced, as this one is, by Michael Bay.
  33. Soul-sucking romantic comedy.
  34. Chatwin comes off as prickly and annoyed -- they should have called this "Perturbia."
  35. The movie is trash shot to look like art imitating trash.
  36. He now imparts so many life lessons via his Rube Goldberg thresher devices that he's starting to turn into the Rod Serling of severed body parts. Now that's torture.
  37. The title Addicted to Fame hints that Giancola knows enough to count himself among the hooked. But the crappiness of this documentary about a crappy parody of a crappy B movie suggests that he hasn't kicked the habit.
  38. Stripped of the pleasures of terror, flattened of grandeur (with a tacked-on coda that fairly groans with storytelling defeat), the movie sinks from the weight of its own heavyhandedness.
  39. George Lucas is turning into the enemy of fun.
  40. A mess -- all high concept, stranded performances, and no laughs.
  41. The real problem is the movie itself. The plot, with its interlocking contrivances, is like a machine that keeps trapping the actors in its gears. Since they aren't allowed to relate to each other on a simple human level, the spangly back-and-forth chemistry on which a romantic comedy depends is nowhere in sight.
    • Metascore: 35
    • Critic Score 25
    Lake and Fraser never come close to believability as a romantic couple. There's more chemistry going on in a grain of salt.
  42. Eventually, the senses jam and a mental lube job is in order.
  43. Just because A Walk to Remember is shrewd enough to activate girlish tear ducts doesn't mean it's good enough for our girls. They're willing to buy tickets; why not honor their wits as well as their wallets?
  44. A sodden ''feminist'' vulgarization.
  45. It's really a dramatic sinkhole.
  46. Van Helsing, a fusion of eye candy and brain sputter, is a long, kinetic, yet dreary mess.
  47. While it's rarely scary, the film is often gory.
  48. Director Peter O'Fallon fires his biggest gun: a blast of Mozart's Ave Verum Corpus, truly heavenly music wasted on a handful of dust.
  49. The premise is out of '70s porn, and so is the overbroad satire and almost total lack of conviction.
    • Metascore: 35
    • Critic Score 16
    In Resident Evil: Apocalypse, the undead are back to stumbling in the dark, sometimes even in blurry slo-mo, making the many packs of them about as terrifying as the mobs waiting for Matt and Katie outside the "Today" studio.
  50. This sequel adds more insults and injuries that could traumatize little ones. Most frightening of all, the ending leaves the door open for ''103 Dalmatians,'' which would certainly constitute Cruella and unusual punishment.
  51. The movie, which strains to be hip in a faux-1985 beat-the-system way, takes such a light view of cheating that it has the ironic effect of rendering the heist that follows utterly innocuous.
  52. If you were looking for an actress to play a tempestuous, schizophrenic movie-slash-rock star, you might go for Courtney Love or Angelina Jolie, or maybe even Jennifer Connelly. But Rachael Leigh Cook?
  53. Under the direction of Entourage's Mark Mylod, the movie not only makes cheap sex jokes but looks skanky, too. Lighting, camerawork, and editing are all a slapdash mess, one that further hinders the actors trying their best to get through this failed hookup of a comedy.
    • Metascore: 35
    • Critic Score 25
    Based on a videogame, Hitman could be the year's dumbest movie.
  54. Hannibal Rising reduces this great creature of the pop imagination to a Eurotrash Boy Scout throwing a homicidal snit fit.
  55. Is less an end in itself than an excuse, a jumping off point for showy, contrived, borderline exploitation sequences that fail to tie together because they're not really there to do anything but sell themselves as money shot thrills.
  56. Tame and witless enough to make me long for the ancient, dusty fright kitsch of ''The Munsters.''
  57. It's a toss-up as to what's the worse sin in this graceless piece of tragedy porn.
    • Metascore: 34
    • Critic Score 33
    What you have is less a sequel to a not-so-bad remake than yet another remake, this one of that not-so-great 1988 John Candy comedy "The Great Outdoors."
  58. Another depressingly empty action thriller.
  59. As bumbling and mindless, as naively misconceived, as that clapping-through-tears moniker.
  60. What Emily doesn't do, though -- what this slow-moving, sour, sloppily assembled teen drama doesn't allow her to do -- is make her predicament of any emotional interest.
  61. Neither grand enough to be impressive nor antic enough to be charming, the movie settles for bland and frantic, climaxing in a showdown among decadent pyramid builders. How bad are these guys? They're sadists...and, wink wink, sissies.
  62. How you feel about Valentine's Day may depend on how you feel when someone really, really cute -- and someone you're really, really fond of -- gives you a nasty box of cheap chocolate on Valentine's Day, picked up at the corner Rite Aid and delivered with the price tag still attached.
  63. Even Snow Day's winter wonderland looks fake.
  64. On the level of a no-budget student film in which the shots barely match up into sequences. It's about as much fun as watching blood dry.
  65. Just coarse, clunky, jerry rigged, and -- worst of all -- not funny.
  66. The cast itself is weirdly overqualified.
  67. Just as all regular models can't be supermodels, so all action chicks can't be superheroines. Elektra Natchios turns out to be walled off rather than mysteriously alluring; blank rather than deep.
  68. The star is done in by the deathless mediocrity of the production, an assemblage of random camera shots, messy editing, redundant scenes, and witless dialogue as haphazardly stitched together as the flesh on Jonah Hex's face.
  69. This condescending story wastes him (Douglas).
  70. Instead of rooting for Pullman and Fonda, we end up praying that the crocodile is hungry enough to put them out of their misery.
  71. It doesn't take long to figure out that Shadowboxer 's Helen Mirren, as a cancer-ridden hitwoman, and Cuba Gooding Jr., as her doting stepson, are the most unconvincing team of hired assassins in movie history.
    • Metascore: 33
    • Critic Score 25
    Does a very thorough job of reducing every recognizable member of the cast to probable career lows.
  72. It's a dispirited, galumphing mess.
  73. To a character, every man in this faux-homey burg has been castrated! They're all impotent buffoons!
  74. The movie has no script, and even the better gags - like one in which a couple of the pilots scribble away at coloring books in the backseat of a plane - could have been staged more vividly.
    • Metascore: 33
    • Critic Score 25
    State Property 2 is no more three-dimensional than your average brand-name-laden hip-hop video.
  75. God-awful?Gooding screams out lines like ''I'm about to get in yo' ass like last year's underwear!''
  76. The music screeches, the actors vamp, the knives and weapons and bombs and fireballs fly around the screen. Meanwhile, the well-prepared moviegoer slips into her or his own private fantasy of a world in which movie effects are themselves locked away in an institution for the criminally insane until such time as those effects are really, truly necessary for the story.
  77. No authentic emotion of any kind happens in this damp, Seattle-based romance, a fizzle for both stars.
  78. ''Kid'' seeks to ''empower'' its target audience of recent Pokémon grads with an adult antihero desperation that feels preemptive and inappropriate.
  79. The entire movie has the meaninglessly burnished, sunglasses-at-midnight glow of an early-'90s car commercial -- a visual scheme guaranteed to leave the audience squinting between yawns.
  80. Unlike in ''Freaky Friday,'' no magic spells are involved. Nor is there any of ''Freaky'''s marvelous charm in this ungainly Manhattan fairy tale, directed by indulgent sentimentalist Boaz Yakin.
  81. A bummer - slack rather than loose, tired rather than fun.
  82. There is not one honest moment, not ONE, in Hanging Up.
  83. In Trash Humpers, the latest slovenly, haphazard, is-it-a-travesty-if-it's-bad-on-purpose avant doodle from director Harmony Korine, three figures in rubbery old-age makeup do indeed mimic intercourse with Dumpsters.
    • Metascore: 33
    • Critic Score 25
    Get Lucy Liu better roles!
  84. Lawrence is so ON that he appears to be gunning for clockwork bursts of audience approval.
  85. Most of The Man is as awful as last year's debacle, "Taxi," yet Levy, stuck in a no-brainer variation on Billy Crystal's predicament in "Analyze This," shows just enough noodgy passive-aggression to suggest what the movie might have been were it not shackled to buddy-action clichés.
  86. A recitation of woes doesn't constitute a plot, and panoramic shots of migrating wildlife don't convey enough African flavor.
  87. The movie may be more bogus than a Gucci bag for sale on a Fifth Avenue sidewalk, but at least the backgrounds are real.
  88. Yes, it's all a harmless lark. Which is why the only thing that could redeem this sour patch of candy-coated crud would be a final shot of Earth exploding.
  89. Being Human doesn't seem to be about anything: Its five astonishingly limp parables might have been spun by a depressed Aesop who forgot to take his Prozac.
  90. It's an utterly fake nostalgia piece -- stupid and pandering, a bad-boy teen flick that plays less like a loving look at the late '70s than a terrible movie from the late '70s.
  91. The Punisher is a moronically inept and tedious piece of death-wish trash.
    • Metascore: 32
    • Critic Score 16
    A painful comedy that reduces the "Garden State" star to pratfalls while many comic A-teamers around him (including Paul Rudd and Amy Adams) play idiots.
    • Metascore: 32
    • Critic Score 33
    The experiment didn't work. The English-language production is a jumble of poorly delineated notions about love, celebrity, the look of romantic movies, and the sound of American-style dialogue - and it's been sitting on the shelf for over a year.
    • Metascore: 32
    • Critic Score 25
    Don't go expecting an escapist night at the movies; go expecting to be cudgeled into numb, drooling submission.
  92. Most of the movie's action-horror set pieces play like lame Gwar music video outtakes, and Cage's signature mix of irony and off-the-rails mugging only works when you can see the actor's face. In Ghost Rider form, his character is just a skeletal automaton with neither a tongue nor a cheek to put it in.
    • Metascore: 32
    • Critic Score 33
    If steampunk bloodbaths aren't for you, it's a long wait for the fat lady to sing.
  93. It's hard to say what's more excruciating: Alex's novel, which is like ''The Great Gatsby'' rewritten by Lizzie McGuire, or his quarrelsome flirtation with Emma, who has no existence as a character apart from her drive to reshape Alex into a specimen of respectable tamed manhood.
  94. A somber, draggy, deadweight, lugubrious, absurdly self serious version of ''American Beauty.''
  95. It was originally called ''Animal Husbandry,'' and while the producers were throwing away that title, they might have done well to chuck the movie along with it.
    • Metascore: 32
    • Critic Score 16
    With stars like Steve Buscemi and Sarah Silverman and big-fish producers such as Spike Lee and Stanley Tucci on board, you'd think this indie would offer some glimmer of wit or originality. Think again.
  96. De Niro seems to be reacting to nothing so much as the lame movie he's stuck in.
  97. This is strictly substandard stuff, with imitative creepy noises, vertiginous camera angles, and long pauses.
  98. It's just a grindingly inert death-wish thriller.
  99. The cruddy, shot-in-a-warehouse settings are especially depressing, since the computer-generated special effects seem to be taking place in another movie entirely (a far livelier one). [9 Jan 1998, p. 47]
  100. The laughs are few in this inert, ungenerous comedy.
  101. Screenwriter Kevin Williamson (the Scream trilogy), having bottomed out in the horror genre, now dips below bottom (there isn't a line that has his knowing sweet-and-sour zing).
  102. A crappy thriller gussied up with a chrome-plated veneer.
  103. The hilarious diminuendo of that title is such that the movie might as well have been called ''Wes Craven Presents: Not a Hell of a Lot.''
    • Metascore: 31
    • Critic Score 25
    It's tempting to brand the film anti-Semitic, but it's so utterly pointless it lacks even that distinction.
  104. Fanning is remarkably collected and even dignified. As for the rest of the gang, they ought to be returned to sender.
  105. Leaves you with the dismaying sensation that Levinson, who should probably be off making his own version of ''The Player,'' has instead crafted a comedy of self-loathing, burying himself in a movie that deserves to be Vapoorized.
  106. Mostly about slapping together a bunch of clichés -- outdated clichés at that -- regarding the loneliness of ambitious women.
  107. Everything is wrong pretty much from the start of this misbegotten adventure.
  108. The mood is ruined by the bitchy 1990s stereotyping of the husband hunters.
  109. This is the rare horror film so bad that you almost wish it had turned into a good old connect-the-gory-dots slasher movie. The only mystery at work is how Lawrence's agent ever let her sign on to this.
  110. An appreciation that the pain is personal doesn't compensate for the picture's self-absorbed need to alienate.
  111. Adam Sandler stars in a one-joke Caddyshack for the blitzed and jaded.
  112. In the face of such junk, the idea that Fox would proudly put himself on a punishing regime of severe diet and exercise to get prisoner-skinny-yet-crazy-muscled for the job of make-believe is vanity at best, obscenity at worst.
  113. The thinnest, draggiest, and most tediously preachy of the Saw films.
  114. Feeling Minnesota suggests Sam Shepard trying to be Quentin Tarantino. It makes even gun battles seem pretentious.
  115. The characters who cross paths here in the hard shadows of late-'90s New York City are meant to convey loneliness, bitterness, neediness, loss, and bad karma. Mostly, they convey bad Sundance.
  116. Bloodless and false.
  117. A yawn-by-numbers romper-room dud.
  118. A few of the images are startling, but as Radha Mitchell (a good actress) wanders through a ghost town, searching for her lost daughter as though she was touring an abandoned movie set, Silent Hill is mostly paralyzing in its vagueness.
  119. The answers he strings together are babble in this superficial vanity documentary. Nice shots of awesome, God-approved scenery, though.
  120. This ''satire'' of triple-X raunch and ''Jerry Springer'' sleaze starts off at a pitch of preening dementia and just grows more hysterical from there.
  121. No movie -- whether aimed at adults or kids or canines themselves -- has the right to be as tiresome and unoriginal as this action-comedy mutt.
  122. Just when you're sure that Deuce Bigalow: Male Gigolo can't get any less funny, the movie douses the trailer's best gag, as that prosthetic leg turns out to be attached to Deuce's true love.
    • Metascore: 30
    • Critic Score 33
    The Smurfs may be blue, but their movie is decidedly green, recycling discarded bits from other celluloid Happy Meals like "Alvin and the Chipmunks," "Garfield," and "Hop" into something half animated, half live action, and all careful studio calculation.
  123. Schaeffer's howler of a romantic comedy, which presents itself as a valentine to Clayburgh even as it keeps dreaming up fresh ways to humiliate her.
  124. The definition of aiming low is when the John Hughes film you're ripping off is ''Weird Science."
  125. Simply put, it may be the lamest movie ever made about poor white... Southern characters.
    • Metascore: 30
    • Critic Score 25
    Even a hilarious turn by Kristen Wiig as the owner of a doughnut company can't save this clichéd, meandering story from playing like "American Beauty" lite.
  126. The result is a sub-"Saw" knockoff that manages to be brutal yet monotonous, not to mention monstrously unpleasant.
    • Metascore: 29
    • Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
      25
    There's not much else for viewers to do but give themselves over to the whims of the bad-movie gods.
  127. As Brier's comrade-in-lip-gloss, Ashlee Simpson, dressed to look like a teenybop girl version of Crispin Glover in "River's Edge," is the real deal -- in fake cred.
    • Metascore: 29
    • Critic Score 25
    Unlike "Hostel" or "Wolf Creek," TCM:B is rank and depressing.
  128. This ill-fitting movie was mail-ordered from an out-of-date catalog of teen-com stereotypes.
  129. This dank and rhythmless ''psychological'' potboiler was directed by Jamie Babbit, who made 2000's "But I'm a Cheerleader," and though she has shifted tones from shrill camp to moody angst in The Quiet, she still thinks in stereotypes so thin that they put you to sleep the moment they open their mouths.
  130. Kate Hudson is as blah and dazed as her costar is cloyingly enthused. If it's possible to have too even a tan, Hudson in Fool's Gold would be the poster child for it.
  131. Red Riding Hood goes from trite to triter, a plot collapse that overtakes any of the visual prettiness from cinematographer Mandy Walker (Beastly).
  132. Even in her dullest vehicle, Lindsay Lohan exudes an unfakable shine.
  133. As distressed as a comedy can be without qualifying as a snow emergency.
  134. It's a puzzlement how so many pros could have so wrecked one of the most beloved, hummably familiar movie musicals in the Rodgers and Hammerstein repertoire.
  135. What willful streak of perversity inspired Kevin Costner to take on this wacky tale of a letter carrier-turned-postapocalyptic hero?
  136. Homophobic, sex-phobic, maybe even human-phobic.
  137. A crude, silly supernatural thriller.
    • Metascore: 28
    • Critic Score 25
    Still, there's no mistaking the central message: Slow people have much to teach us. Or is it: Slow people -- aren't they funny? Either way, it's pretty vile stuff.
  138. Cowgirls, a flaky-surreal adaptation of Tom Robbins' 1976 feminist hipster road novel, finds the director of "Drugstore Cowboy" and "My Own Private Idaho" lost in the ozone of his own private whimsies.
  139. Randall Miller (Bottle Shock), appears to be trying to cross a bad Elmore Leonard thriller with a bad indie-festival family-angst comedy. He gives us the worst of both worlds.
  140. She Hate Me manages to be at once racist, homophobic, utterly fake, and unbearably tedious. This time, it's Spike Lee who's doing the bamboozling.
  141. Nobody's got a clue. Enquiring minds don't even want to know.
  142. A cheap cut-glass tiara of a booby prize goes to Drop Dead Gorgeous for messing up so utterly.
  143. Too mild to be dirty, yet too dirty to be charming, and altogether too generic to be much of anything.
    • Metascore: 28
    • Critic Score 16
    Stuffed with stock characters -- the vain prince, the critter sidekicks -- who adamantly stay stock.
  144. The audience may have bought the act in "Napoleon Dynamite." But this time, the act bombs.
  145. Bland to dismal.
  146. What sin did Heather Locklear commit to deserve her role in The Perfect Man?
  147. A very low grade romantic drama indeed, a love story with all the life and death intensity of a heat rash.
  148. But when the writers run out of ideas, they simply have Farley walk into a lamppost, or cop from old SNL skits.
  149. Too grim for kids and too dumb for grown-ups.
  150. Vampire in Brooklyn is a horror comedy that mixes lame blood-pellet effects with lame gags, and it clunks along on a series of interchangeably deserted streets that manage to look dank and overlit at the same time.
  151. Jason Lee seems to have been bitten by a vampire who sucked out all his prickly charisma. You see the promise of stardom dribbling through his fingers.
  152. As the brutish Kable, Gerard Butler must find out who's pulling his strings, but it's the audience whose chain gets yanked by this headache-inducing techno-violent mishmash.
  153. Asia Argento is not what I would call a good actress, but she's a prime specimen of train-wreck sexuality: a debauched Eurotrash starlet who oozes punk cred more than she does talent. It's not too hard to see why she wanted to write, direct, and star in The Heart Is Deceitful Above All Things.
  154. When a Stranger Calls is ba-a-a-a-c-k, in frightless form, updated for the age of anytime minutes and caller ID.
  155. Selma Blair, the one vibrant actress in a cast of colorless screamers (including Tom Welling from Smallville and Maggie Grace from Lost), takes Adrienne Barbeau's old role.
    • Metascore: 27
    • Critic Score 25
    Nearly laughless.
  156. An action-choked dud in which even the closing outtakes barely deserve to be left on the cutting-room floor?
    • Metascore: 27
    • Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
      25
    Musketeer's fight scenes are underlit, overmiked, and appallingly edited, with none of the spacious grace that even routine Asian action flicks get right. Worse, the narrative scenes make less sense.
  157. Murphy speaks in a breathy lisp, as if his mouth had been partially buttoned shut, and he doesn't give himself the nerd's traditional redeeming feature of a geeky, slide-rule intellect. Norbit, all frozen gawk, is just a very dim bulb.
    • Metascore: 27
    • Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
      25
    A pox on the man's (E.B. White) memory.
  158. A tuneless variation on the working girl-captivates-Mr. Big formula that has propelled fairy tales as old as Cinderella.
    • Metascore: 27
    • Critic Score 16
    By appearing in The Suburbans, a stunningly laugh-free comedy, (Jennifer Love Hewitt)'s already gotten her career-worst movie out of the way.
  159. A pretty lousy movie, which would be offensive were it not safely neutered by its own stupidity.
  160. Tedious.
  161. This slapdash, charmless, baldly boomer-chasing romantic comedy, directed by Michael Lehmann (Heathers) from a clunky, orgasm-obsessed script by Karen Leigh Hopkins and Jessie Nelson, is the lazy studio's answer to a call for more age-appropriate entertainment for "More" magazine readers.
  162. In theory, A Thousand Words should draw on its star's abilities as a physical comedian, but Murphy, miming his order for a triple latte at Starbucks, comes off like Charlie Chaplin on crystal meth; he's strenuously unfunny to watch.
  163. When martial arts star Michelle Yeoh shows up as a pious, butt-kicking nun, you have to wonder if Kassovitz isn't accidentally cribbing from Mel Brooks, too.
  164. Torturously whimsical gumshoe caper.
  165. Dour, absurdist, gruesomely awful.
  166. In a feat of dullness quite powerful in its own way, this lifeless family comedy sucks the joy from every joke it touches.
  167. An indistinct romantic-dramedy-ish something or other about the rekindled romance of an actress (Rachel Bilson) and her childhood best friend (Tom Sturridge).
    • Metascore: 26
    • Reviewed by
      Ty Burr
      16
    It's nearly unwatchable, a farrago of confusing direction, stupid plot coincidences, and banal dialogue.
  168. The audience gets the message (religious fanaticism: bad), but nothing we see is convincing on its own.
    • Metascore: 25
    • Critic Score 16
    An aggressively inept demon-seed chiller starring a bunch of grown-ups who should've known better.
  169. If any of these characters were half as resonant as Wenders appears to think they are, the film might have seemed charming instead of merely stranded.
    • Metascore: 25
    • Critic Score 33
    Bogusly wholesome six-gun dud.
  170. Oooh, this is toxic.
    • Metascore: 25
    • Critic Score 0
    Probably the worst movie that's sludged across my professional eyeballs -- worse than "Daddy Day Camp," "Baby Geniuses 2," and "BloodRayne."
  171. Sounds mildly fun, be forwarned: When in Rome doesn't even offer that.
  172. It doesn't help that most of the jokes (like a rip-off of ''There's Something About Mary'''s dog-in-the-crotch bit) are themselves stolen.
  173. A mud-simple horror trudge set in a swamp colony of Abercrombie models.
  174. Wes Craven's first new movie in five years is a brainless, joyless, and yes, you might even say, soulless teen slasher.
  175. It will come as no surprise that the movie isn't scary. But here's the real damn: It isn't funny, either.
  176. Preposterous-for-no-good-reason supernatural tale.
  177. Another racial cartoon buddy movie that eagerly flogs its best laugh -- indeed, its only laugh -- in the trailer.
    • Metascore: 24
    • Critic Score 33
    Apollo 18 fails to stay with you because, like the cratered satellite on which it's set, it has no atmosphere.