Philadelphia Inquirer's Scores

  • Movies
  • TV
For 3,131 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 70% higher than the average critic
  • 3% same as the average critic
  • 27% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 5.7 points higher than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Movie review score: 67
Highest review score:
Critic Score 100
Lowest review score:
Critic Score 0
Score distribution:
3,131 movie reviews
  1. Judah Friedlander and Lindsay Lohan are striking, respectively, as a Lennon paparazzo and a fan creeped out by Chapman.
  2. 88 Minutes proves itself to be a maddeningly mediocre, ineptly manipulative "real-time" thriller.
  3. Maybe if there was something going with the dialogue - snappy Chandlerisms, say, or even just sentences that made sense - the fussy digital artifice of The Spirit wouldn't seem so, well, dispiriting.
  4. An embarassingly unfunny, stumblebum adaptation of Toby Young's memoir.
  5. At one point, Statham chases down a sports car while pedaling madly on a kids' bike. Pathétique!
  6. A generic oven-stuffer that wants to be a stocking-stuffer, is a turkey, despite the foil wrapping and some artfully deployed tinsel.
  7. The acting is better than the script deserves and Lexi Alexander's cut-to-the-hearse direction lends the film considerable kick.
  8. Like moussed hair and inverted-pyramid shoulder pads, this sloppy, sloppy slapstick is an artifact from the 1980s.
  9. Entertainingly goofy for about 30 minutes. And then, for the next two hours-plus, it's agony.
  10. Screenwriters Nicole Eastman and the "Blonde" team of Karen McCullah Lutz and Kirsten Smith provide dialogue that has the propriety of the locker room.
  11. A stagy, arty, and uncompelling account of the Welsh writer and his menage-y relations.
  12. Another tale of Tinseltown drugs, sex and excess - has transferred itself to the screen with mind-boggling, laugh-inciting horribleness.
  13. The film quickly turns unintentionally, and unrelentingly, awkward.
  14. Ostensibly a comedy, and a feeble and innocuous one at that, Post Grad is one of those what-were-they-thinking?
  15. A pity-party of Hollywood narcissism.
  16. Faced with the script's weak humor and feeble stabs at irony, Schwartzman and Stiller turn it way up, setting the dial at "hammy."
  17. Surrogates, which borrows tone and content freely from "I, Robot," is all windup and no pitch.
  18. It doesn't help any that Wahlberg, looking perpetually dumbstruck, is among the clunkiest line-readers working in movies today.
  19. Struggles mightily to find its loony essence. But Bullock's apple-cheeked larkishness is all flailing limbs and bug-eyed reaction shots - there's no there there. Cooper's character is woefully underwritten, Church's is yet another vain anchorman-wannabe cartoon.
  20. The Wolfman feels like a film reedited and reworked so many times it has lost all narrative rhythm and suspense.
  21. Michael Lembeck directs with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, pounding every joke and cliche until they are flat, flat, flat.
  22. Tennant aims for a contemporary version of "The Thin Man," wedding the banter of sparring spouses with sleuth work. To say that he falls short of the mark is understatement.
  23. As an account of how for-profit big business literally rips a consumer's heart out, Repo Men is too graphic for me.
  24. A mercifully fleet and lamentably uninteresting adaptation of the DC Comic about a war-weary Confederate soldier.
  25. Parents in a masochistic mood can compound the headache-inducing experience by paying extra for the 3-D version.
  26. Murderously unfunny.
  27. Cage appears as a knight of the Crusades, slogging across the continents, slaying infidels and unbelievers and anyone else who gets in his way. There isn't a minute when it looks like he's having fun.
  28. What distinguishes The Dilemma in this genre is its resounding unfunnyness, its emotional dishonesty, and the general unlikability of its cast of characters.
  29. Hiring this sensitive fantasist (Gondry) to make the superhero saga The Green Hornet is like hiring satirist John Waters to make "Rambo." Hard to think of a more mystifying mismatch of filmmaker and material.
  30. Nostalgia for the '80s - big hair, Madonna, cocaine, big hair, Duran Duran, more cocaine - is all well and good. Unless it's practiced with the charmless ineptitude of Take Me Home Tonight.