The New York Times' Scores

For 8,142 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 49% higher than the average critic
  • 3% same as the average critic
  • 48% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 2.9 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Movie review score: 59
Highest review score:
Critic Score 100
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8,142 movie reviews
  1. A desperate, broad comedy.
  2. A preposterous, prurient whodunit.
  3. Although the concept seems promising enough, it is undone by disastrous casting decisions and an utter lack of ensemble unity.
  4. The whole business has a breathless, determined, student-film quality that makes it especially hard to watch. Mr. Cunningham and his cast are clearly trying to do something they feel is important, and there is no pleasure in watching them do it so ineptly.
  5. It's the element of condescension, as the filmmakers look down on their working-class subjects from their lofty perch, that finally makes Sex With Strangers so distasteful.
  6. Not only is it excruciatingly boring -- but its central premises are so banal and dubious as to border on offensiveness.
  7. Suffers from clumsy exposition and uneven acting, except in the case of Eddie T. Robinson.
  8. By the end, even the irrepressible Mr. Foxx seems tired and defeated, and we can only hope he perks up in time for his next movie.
  9. So poorly written, badly acted and ineptly directed that it denies you even the modest pleasure of making fun of it.
  10. A youth comedy so relentlessly sordid and depressing that it's likely to send its audience straight into the arms of the nearest psycho-pharmacologist.
  11. Has nothing on its mind besides the squirming discomfort of its audience, the achievement of which it holds up as a brave political accomplishment.
  12. Beneath its studiedly ugly surface, this bargain-basement answer to "Thelma and Louise" is as loathsome as any mindless, blood-drenched Hollywood action-adventure yarn.
  13. Has the dreary one-track banality of a feature-length version of an episode of "Red Shoe Diaries," Showtime's series for people who like soft core but are too lazy to leave the house.
  14. Wants to be sweet and dark at the same time, but it is as distant as a planet's satellite.
  15. Torturously boring.
  16. Looks like a big-budget version of a Miller's Genuine Draft commercial.
  17. Once Ice-T sticks his mug in the window of the couple's BMW and begins haranguing the wife in bad stage dialogue, all credibility flies out the window.
  18. A colossally sour and ill-conceived misfire.
  19. It's a film to gall fans of the old television series and perplex anyone else.
  20. So lazy and slipshod it confuses the mere flashing of kinky soft-core imagery with naughty fun.
  21. The story is so crowded with incident and implication as to be both nonsensical and impossible to act, so the actors, when they are not bursting into fits of temper, smile mysteriously.
    • Metascore: 23
    • Critic Score 10
    Not a satire of the idiocy of professional wrestling, but a long, self-satisfied wallow in it.
  22. A confusedly misconceived hybrid of interracial buddy comedy and imitation Marx Brothers farce.
  23. The cast of The Core deserve Oscar nominations just for being able to speak most of the lines without succumbing to the chortles.
  24. A dreary crash of malapropisms and slapstick maimings wrapped very loosely around a murder mystery.
  25. Ops is too brain-dead to play the incognito war criminal segment for comedy, although when Will is seen thumbing through the pages of a newspaper called USA Daily, the picture has inadvertently tumbled down a Mad magazine wormhole.
  26. All the special effects in the world cannot compensate for an inability to generate tension, establish and sustain pace or create any character whose survival is worth rooting for.
  27. Festooned with yards of gross-out jokes, sniggering allusions and, astonishingly, a sentimental climax that's more repellent than any of the crude effluvia the film is drenched with.
  28. Just as the vast, square Imax screen magnifies panda-haunches and steep, jungle-clad gorges, its relentless scale also enlarges a half-baked, mediocre little adventure story into something almost grotesquely bad.
  29. Few people other than future airline passengers should be subjected to such misery.
  30. The only people who could be surprised at this movie will be those who wandered into the wrong multiplex theater by mistake.
  31. Serves a reheated notion on a creaky TV tray.
  32. As five or six bad movies squished together, it almost seems like a bargain.
  33. When it comes to entertainment, children deserve better than Pokémon 4Ever.
  34. A witless, gruesome barrage of jokey violence and lame trans-Atlantic humor, kept moving by the pointless, derivative kineticism of Mr. Yu's hyperactive cuts and splices.
  35. It's not the worst movie ever made; it just seems to be. Its 134 minutes induce a state of simulated brain death, an effect as easily attained in half the time by staring at the blinking lights on a Christmas tree.
  36. It is painful to watch an actor as skillful as Mr. Dorff reduced to delivering flat repetitive dialogue that would make any actor look foolish.
  37. The film isn't even as good as the second-rate game it is based on, which is nothing but a shootout.
  38. Lacks the wit to do anything new and instead recycles tired jokes and attitudes.
  39. Tedious descent into cinema hell.
  40. Why Mr. Foxx, who was so impressive in "Any Given Sunday," chose to make a movie so boring and idiotic that it barely meets minimal standards of lowest- common-denominator entertainment.
  41. What better to do with such a quiet, majestic landscape than to liven it up with the noise and vulgarity of lowest-common-denominator American pop culture?
  42. It's instructive to compare Bully with Jean-Pierre Ameris's "Bad Company," which tackles similar themes and manages to be explicit without stooping to cheap salaciousness. It's a genuinely disturbing film. Bully, in contrast, is merely disgusting.
  43. The film is painfully boring and funny in the wrong places.
  44. Teeters from a noisy sitcom (only one step removed from "The Beverly Hillbillies") to brickbat satire until it collapses in a pool of redemptive mush.
  45. After about 20 minutes of "Thing," a concussion begins to look enormously appealing.
  46. Chandler's script has, by my count, exactly one sort-of-funny line and not a single scene whose comic possibilities are successfully exploited.
  47. As this chaotic barrage of muscle flexing, swordplay, fireballs, crude digital effects and comic-book quips hurls itself off the screen, it's like having several garbage cans clogged with stale pizza, lukewarm cola, soggy French fries and greasy, ketchup-stained napkins emptied over your head.
  48. It feels like both a joke and a turkey.
  49. Mostly dross, an unintentionally hilarious compendium of time-tested cinematic clichés that illustrates the chasm between hopeful imitation and successful duplication.
  50. Not very funny, intellignet or grippingly plotted, it is likely to appeal only to those who think that anything to do with marijuana - smoking, sharing, stealing or selling - constitutes the Everest of rip-roaring hilarity. [17 Jan 1998]
  51. Both grueling and dull. Imagine (if possible) a Pasolini film without passion or politics, or an Almodóvar movie without beauty or humor, and you have some idea of the glum, numb experience of watching O Fantasma.
  52. Bad and tasteless. You laugh neither with it nor at it but rather sit counting the minutes while the movie laughs, for no good reason, at itself.
  53. Take this as a warning: it's not much fun.
  54. If Boat Trip were screened on a cruise ship, most of the passengers would be dog-paddling back to shore.
  55. Endure the long, slow, unraveling of this movie, which can't even muster the intelligence to be pretentious or the bravado to be amusingly bad.
  56. A mound of standard-issue parent-child conflicts and enough self-help cliches to drive Polonius to the aquavit barrel at Elsinore.
  57. Extremely good-looking people tend to be shallow, self-involved and not very bright. Let's call this statement what it is: a form of prejudice, a stereotype. It is, sadly, a stereotype that Down to You does everything in its power to promote.
  58. Plays more like a catalog than a movie... a tedious, unimaginative affair.
  59. As good as cut-rate animation that seems to consist of screen savers can be.
    • Metascore: 20
    • Critic Score 10
    A thinly veiled "Cyrano," with the prom in mind.
  60. To imagine the life of Harry Potter as a martial arts adventure told by a lobotomized Woody Allen is to have some idea of the fate that lies in store for moviegoers lured to the mediocrity that is Kung Pow: Enter the Fist.
  61. The moment the movie loses its lighthearted spirit is the moment it loses touch with reality
  62. As the movie dragged on, I thought I heard a mysterious voice, and felt myself powerfully drawn toward the light -- the light of the exit sign. I have returned from the beyond to warn you: this movie is 90 minutes long, and life is too short.
  63. The movie's computer animation is so cut-rate and its direction (by Joe Chappelle) so slack that the attacks are virtually terror-free.
  64. What sets this syrupy swatch of kitsch apart from other films peddling a dogmatic religious agenda is the serious money that obviously went into it.
  65. You'll see better film on ponds.
  66. Quickly moves beyond the oppressive into the cruel and unusual.
  67. Might have generated a laugh or two had it not forced the actors into uncomfortable extremes of caricature.
  68. Inhabited by a genuine spirit of cruelty, both toward its characters and its audience.
  69. Throughout this lame film, directed by Stephen Kessler and written by Elisa Bell, situations are developed -- complicated directions to a hotel room, Clark clinging to the face of Hoover Dam, Ellen the object of Mr. Newton's seductive charm -- and left to wither without a payoff.
  70. Spike Lee carries his political exasperation beyond outrage into chaos. The carelessness with which he hurls his feelings about hot-button topics onto the screen is the filmmaking equivalent of last-ditch marketing: grab everything in sight, roll it up into a big messy mud ball, and hurl it against the wall, hoping that something sticks.
  71. The character designs are flat and derivative, the backgrounds crude and uninviting, and the movements jerky and minimal. It's a sad excuse for a movie, but then, it isn't really meant to be one. It's a commercial with a ticket price.
  72. Barely watchable.
  73. Anatomy of Hell is more than a lapse; it is a brutal self-parody of a filmmaker who, having stripped down to the nitty-gritty once too often, may finally have nothing left to show.
  74. Every truly awful movie epic has a point of no return, a moment when the accumulated bad lines and bogus sentimentality become so cloying that the best defense against a mounting queasiness is an awed amusement. The Postman, offers a new opportunity for levity every few minutes after its first hour.
    • Metascore: 15
    • Critic Score 10
    The real mystery is why such a mangled film was not junked altogether.
  75. As high concept and rife with cliché as anything ever churned out by Hollywood, but with worse production values and a load of sanctimonious political correctness.
  76. By the end of The Watcher you'll need your own prescription.
  77. This stomach-turning exercise in gratuitous sadism -- wears a nasty smirk on its face right down to its end title comment, "Gotcha."
    • Metascore: 15
    • Critic Score 10
    To say that this movie is true to life is only to say that it's banal, boring and confusing.
  78. An irredeemable mess, a computer-animated Punch and Judy show without wit, heart or a single memorable performance.
  79. More than sad, it's slightly sickening to consider the technology, talent and know-how squandered on Hostage, a pile of blood-soaked toxic waste dumped onto the screen in an attempt to salvage Bruce Willis's fading career as an action hero.
  80. The best and maybe the only use to be made of the catastrophic screen biography Modigliani is to serve as a textbook outline of how not to film the life of a legendary artist.
  81. The range of Ms. Locklear's lobotomized acting runs from mild irritation to mild melancholy, expressed without expression.
  82. Here's the lowdown on the latest chapter in Mortal Kombat: deadly dull.
  83. The story is laughably incoherent, which would be less bothersome if the movie were not also so unremittingly pretentious.
  84. As the jaundiced, disjointed, drug-infested story heads toward its dismal conclusion, its reputable actors vainly struggle to infuse the goings-on with a deadpan psychotic zaniness. But even when viewed sideways, Perception is not funny; it's hardly anything at all.
  85. An early candidate for worst film of the year is Freedomland, an inept, lethally dull drama.
  86. Wide-eyed and mirthlessly peppy, Mr. Arnold soon wears out his welcome as a bumbling would-be bank robber who commandeers a group of young hostages.
  87. A disaster of the highest or perhaps lowest order.
  88. An unflinching look at bullfighting and debasement in the Yucatán Peninsula - will entail witnessing animal torture and death. And that's not the worst of it.
  89. From first frame to last, not a second of the film has a grip on reality. Structured around a series of blackouts and gross-outs, it is one long free fall through icky surrealism and underlighted nightmares. It takes us to the sort of world where hell is round the corner, secret doors abound and faux-blond policewomen outfit themselves in skin-tight leather.
  90. This delectable fusion of New Age babble and luridly bad filmmaking may not "open" you up, to borrow one of the film's favorite verbs, but it might leave your jaw slack and your belly sore from laughter.
  91. That's the one with a car that explodes and gets put back together by magic, right? Yeah, that’s pretty much the coolest part.
  92. Hands down the most excruciatingly inept film to creep its way into theaters in some time.
  93. When a movie aspires to be gay pornography but can't even manage that, well, you know you've got a bad movie.
  94. A Viagra suppository for compulsive action fetishists and a movie that may not only be dumb in itself, but also the cause of dumbness in others.
  95. Silly, slack and unforgivably tedious, Thomas Harris's screenplay is padded with interminable flashbacks and a bombastic score that telegraphs every emotion Hannibal represses. And there are a lot of them.
  96. Memory is an inane, sluggish mess.
  97. The only heat that rises from the movie is mechanical.
  98. Staged as pure fluff without an ounce of ballast, Mixed Nuts succeeds only in getting its cast into Halloween-caliber crazy costumes by the time it's over.
    • Metascore: 16
    • Critic Score 10
    Beverly Hills Cop III is a generic action movie, an Eddie Murphy film with only a trace of Eddie Murphy.
  99. Pee-Wee's Big Adventure is the most barren comedy I've seen in years, maybe ever.
  100. The Neverending Story is a graceless, humorless fantasy for children, combining live actors and animated creatures in mostly imaginary settings.
  101. The movie is so witless and confused in tone that its seedy racetrack clientele only emerge as dim, inarticulate cartoons.
  102. Renny Harlin, who did a much better job directing ''Die Hard 2,'' displays no sense of humor and takes the film's nonsensical action scenes much too seriously, at one point even blowing up a beach house in the process.
  103. The only thing that kept me watching License to Wed until the end (apart from being paid to do so) was the faith, perhaps misplaced, that I will not see a worse movie this year.
  104. Pretentious and inane.
  105. Because its director, Tom Vaughan, brings nothing of interest to the movie, including filmmaking, there isn't anything to say other than to note its insulting ugliness and ineptitude.
  106. Infantile, irreverent and boorish to the max, Postal explodes with bad attitude and lousy filmmaking.
  107. Subjective or not, the movie is a bore and an eyesore.
  108. It's depressingly self-conscious and turgid, and a cast that includes Dennis Hopper, David Carradine, Michael Madsen and Eric Balfour can't drag Hell Ride out of the mire.
  109. It's no wonder the faithful continue to forsake the movies, given junky embarrassments like Nights in Rodanthe.
  110. A witless, straining mess.
  111. Skips back and forth in time, trying to piece together who did what, when and why. The only question really worth asking here: Who cares?
  112. Not even the august presence of Maximilian Schell can dispel the odor of fusty smut that clings to House of the Sleeping Beauties, a clammy meditation on sex, death and the endless fascination of unclothed innocence.
  113. The movie’s most disturbing aspect, of which the filmmakers could not have been unaware, is the physical resemblance between Mr. Elba and Ms. Larter to O. J. and Nicole Brown Simpson. It lends Obsessed a distasteful taint of exploitation.
  114. Unlike Michael Knowles's similarly plotted and vastly superior "Room 314," The Trouble With Romance is visually stagnant and tonally bewildered.
  115. So shameless in its pandering, sentimental vision of Frenchness as to constitute something of a national embarrassment.
  116. If you thought Abu Ghraib was a laugh riot then you might love Observe and Report, a potentially brilliant conceptual comedy that fizzles because its writer and director, Jody Hill, doesn't have the guts to go with his spleen.
  117. This pricey, juiceless pulp could never have been killed by critics, simply because it was already dead.
  118. A junky-looking romantic comedy that’s neither remotely romantic nor passably comic.
  119. An R-rated version of this mess would be only more gratingly dishonest as it tried to hide its weak sentimentality behind a fig leaf of vulgarity.
  120. This laughably clichéd dive into sexual masochism and hardscrabble survival replaces story with outline and characters with place holders.
  121. Someone really needs to take away Patrick McGuinn’s camera equipment. A few years ago he made a spectacularly bad gay-sex movie called “Sun Kissed,” and now he has made another, Eulogy for a Vampire.
    • Metascore: 19
    • Critic Score 10
    The result is, more than anything else, a slickly produced 76-minute commercial for the union; to call it a documentary is to stretch the term almost beyond meaning.
  122. The queasiness produced by this sentimental weepie builds into a wave of nausea during its interminable finale.
  123. What makes Leap Year so singularly dispiriting is precisely that it is bad without distinction -- so witless, charmless and unimaginative that it can be described as a movie only in a strictly technical sense.
    • Metascore: 19
    • Critic Score 10
    The film would be a mere nuisance if not for its shameless exploitation of school shootings to advance its agenda.
  124. The ugly smell of unexamined privilege hangs over this film like the smoke from cheap incense.
  125. Unless you’re trapped on an airplane or enjoying movie night at the penitentiary, you have no excuse for watching Killers. A brain-deadening collision of high concept and low standards.
  126. There is nothing here to enjoy, beyond the tiny satisfaction in noting that the movie lives up to its name.
  127. You might reasonably assume that any movie starring Mr. Rourke and Mr. Murray would have to have something to recommend it. But aside from a haunting musical interlude, in which Mr. Rourke, with pathetic ineptitude, mimes playing a trumpet, Passion Play is barely palatable.
  128. A movie that feels like punishment for a crime you can't remember committing.
  129. The only reason I can think of to watch Vivi Friedman's flat, satirical farce The Family Tree - and it's not a good enough reason - is the opportunity to play a game of spot the semi-star.
  130. This may be the worst movie Pauly Shore has ever been in. Think about that.
    • Metascore: 17
    • Critic Score 10
    In place of novelty we have dank interiors (shades of "Saw") and black-and-white photography (à la "Eraserhead"). Still missing is that lingering subtext, leaving only a lurid, splattery wallow in grime, blood and excrement.
  131. When a sheriff's deputy (Carla Gugino) visits the house, I Melt With You turns into a ludicrous, cheap horror thriller that sheds any claims to integrity. By the end, you feel nothing, not even contempt.
  132. Rarely has a film exhibited a bigger disconnect between urban realism and utter ludicrousness.
  133. The lovebirds' dialogue has the sophistication of a junior high school romance, and Mr. Schaeffer appears to have pasted his story together from the button-pushing plotlines of other films.
  134. The movie is a noisy, useless piece of junk, reverse-engineered into something resembling popular art in accordance with the reigning imperatives of marketing and brand extension.
  135. Veering from ridiculous to revolting, The Tortured would like to be about more than singed nipples and seared skin. And it is: It's also about cracked toes and lanced eardrums.
  136. His (Fleischer) first feature, "Zombieland," was a half-witty genre parody. This one might be described as genre zombie-ism: the hysterical, brainless animation of dead clichés reduced to purposeless, compulsive killing. Too self-serious to succeed as pastiche, it has no reason for being beyond the parasitic urge to feed on the memories of other, better movies.
  137. Men are pigs, and women are sick of it, says Girls Against Boys, a dumb, dreary, let's-get-back-at-them slasher in which pulverized genitals pass for feminist critique.
  138. This tedious chronicle has the interest level of a home movie of a vacation with bickering and yammering left intact.
  139. Did I mention that Upside Down is simply awful?
    • Metascore: 21
    • Critic Score 10
    It also offers cold, sterile, cheap-looking computer animation vastly inferior to that of most video games. Ron Paul acolytes, help yourself. Everyone else, stay away.
  140. To say that Justin Zackham’s farce The Big Wedding takes the low road doesn’t begin to do justice to the sheer awfulness of this star-stuffed, potty-mouthed fiasco.
  141. What does it add up to? Um ... I have no idea and don’t really care. Just because the characters waste their time doesn’t mean you should waste yours watching them circle the drain.
  142. Bottom-feeding monstrosity of a comedy.
  143. An excruciating demonstration of the unsalvageability of a movie saddled with an amateurish screenplay.
  144. The picture is a smeary, dreary mess from start to finish.
  145. It's a little sad to see actors of the quality of Christopher Plummer and Jonny Lee Miller struggling straight- faced to dignify this sewage.
  146. It may be a bit early to make such judgments, but Battlefield Earth may well turn out to be the worst movie of this century.
  147. A film that even a rabid lowbrow like Homer Simpson (or, when the mood strikes, this critic) would find beneath his dignity.
  148. Cheesy, amateurish film.
  149. At 70 minutes, Cupid's Mistake is short, but then, so is our time on this planet.
  150. Mush, delivered with a trembling, quasi-biblical solemnity, is what emanates from Anthony Hopkins most of the time in Hearts in Atlantis, a nostalgic fiasco so shameless it makes movies like "Simon Birch" and "Frequency" seem as austere as the work of Robert Bresson.
  151. One way to get through Baby Geniuses is to think about whether it really is the worst movie you've ever seen. Probably not, but pretty darn close.
  152. Too campy to work as straight drama and too violent and sordid to function as comedy, Vulgar is, truly and thankfully, a one-of-a-kind work.
  153. At the end the picture seems to acknowledge its own ludicrousness, but by then it, like Beans, is beyond rescue.
  154. The film makers had declared they were bravely exploring new levels of licentiousness, but the biggest risk they've taken here is making a nearly $40 million movie without anyone who can act. The absence of both drama and eroticism turns Showgirls into a bare-butted bore. [22 Sept 1995]
  155. Thoroughly incoherent... A dreary fizzle. [12 Jan 1996, p.C12]
  156. If someone left "1984," "Fahrenheit 451," "Brave New World," "Gattaca" and the Sylvester Stallone potboilers "Judge Dredd" and "Demolition Man" out in the sun and threw the runny glop onto a movie screen, it would still be a better picture than Equilibrium, a movie that could be stupider only if it were longer.
  157. The Singing Forest was written and directed by Jorge Ameer, whose film "Strippers" opened three years ago and remained the single worst movie I had ever reviewed -- until now.
  158. Ms. Ryan's lean, eagle-eyed golden girl is enough to curdle milk.
  159. No doubt there are those who will deem Simon Birch ''heartwarming.'' It is exactly the kind of movie that has given that hackneyed superlative a bad name.
  160. Villainy toward the infant class now comes from Jon Voight, descending to the depths of his 37-year-career.
    • Metascore: 13
    • Critic Score 0
    It is hard to know what exactly Mr. Palumbo is trying to say in his debased film.
  161. So inept on every level, you wonder why the distributor didn't release it straight to video, or better, toss it directly into the trash.
  162. Incoherent mess of a film.
  163. Even by the standards of its bottom-feeding genre, Dirty Love clings to the gutter like a rat in garbage.
  164. Putrid comic stew.
  165. The kind of witless production that should rightly be cluttering the discount bins at your local video store.
  166. Viewer discretion is advised, if only because it's well-nigh unwatchable.
  167. The movie... hasn't the foggiest notion whether it's a soap opera or a horror film, and wanders around in a generic fog.
  168. A scorching affront to Italians, Iraqis and the intelligence of movie audiences everywhere.
  169. The results are so disastrous that absolutely no one is shown off to good advantage, with the possible exception of the hairdressers involved.
    • Metascore: 27
    • Critic Score 0
    Like so many Eddie Murphy misfires, Vampire in Brooklyn has no idea how to capitalize on the actor's immense appeal. The film was directed by the horror master Wes Craven and it turns out to be an Eddie Murphy-Wes Craven movie that is not funny or scary. Now that's a nightmare.
    • Metascore: 33
    • Critic Score 0
    This muddled film about a secret C.I.A. project in Laos in 1969 fails on every possible level: as action film, as buddy film, as scenic travelogue and even, sad to say, as a way to flaunt Mel Gibson's appeal.
    • Metascore: 25
    • Critic Score 0
    The maudlin, grotesque western September Dawn, about the massacre on Sept. 11, 1857, of about 120 settlers by Mormons (and their Paiute Indian mercenaries), apes "Schindler’s List" in hopes of creating a Christian Holocaust picture.
  170. A worthless piece of garbage.
  171. A relentlessly ugly, unpleasant, often incoherent assault on the senses from Brazil.
  172. Custom designed for its smirking star (who is also an executive producer), this tasteless train wreck asks only that she preen and prance on cue.
  173. The Love Guru is downright antifunny, an experience that makes you wonder if you will ever laugh again.
  174. Harold is the type of one-note dead zone ideally suited for a bathroom break while sitting home on a Saturday night, alone and semidrunk, in front of the television. At feature length it's enough to make you tear your hair out.
  175. Clueless, directionless and altogether pointless.
  176. The crushingly unfunny and slopped-together How to Lose Friends & Alienate People has neither the ambition nor the intelligence to do justice to its source material.
  177. A convoluted, hysterical mess of a movie with grandiose spiritual airs and not a drop of humor.
  178. See the Holocaust trivialized, glossed over, kitsched up, commercially exploited and hijacked for a tragedy about a Nazi family. Better yet and in all sincerity: don't.
  179. The most transcendently, eye-poppingly, call-your-friend-ranting-in-the-middle-of-the-night-just-to-go-over-it-one-more-time crazily awful motion pictures ever made.
  180. A futuristic vomitorium of bosoms and bullets.
  181. A nasty exploitation flick tarted up with art-house actors and psychobabble.
  182. It seems doubtful that Surveillance, a would-be transgression that tries to squeeze dark laughs from the spectacle of human suffering, would be taking up space in theaters if its director were not the daughter of a name filmmaker.
  183. This imbecilic, mean-spirited farce, which sneers at adults, leaves you wondering: where are the Three Stooges when we really need them?
  184. It’s like choking down 72 minutes of a stranger’s unedited home videos, only without the occasional cute kiddie or pet to lighten the tedium.
    • Metascore: 23
    • Critic Score 0
    Furry Vengeance is unbearable.
  185. The law of diminishing returns is enforced so stringently that the movie succeeds not only in negating its own comedy, but its very being.
  186. This strident exposé may gladden the hearts of some anti-’60s conservatives, but it is a shapeless mess steeped in prurience. Its grain of truthfulness, however, is just enough to leave you unsettled in the pit of your stomach.
  187. It doesn't get worse than Grown Ups, Adam Sandler's sloppy entry into this year's man-child-comedy sweepstakes. Lazy, mean-spirited, incoherent, infantile and, above all, witless.
  188. There is not a laugh to be found in this rancid, misogynistic revenge comedy.
  189. For all the cinematic crimes against him, there has been no book-to-screen translation of his work quite as atrocious as Hemingway's Garden of Eden.
  190. Soulless, joyless and depressingly graceless, Alien Girl plays like an early Guy Ritchie knockoff without the jokes or Cockney accents.
  191. The only thing this so-called cautionary tale will inspire audiences to do is to never sit through another insultingly awful piece of exploitative trash "conceived" by David DeFalco.
  192. With its red lighting and Hades-like smoke and fog, the lurid look of The Big Bang suggests a tacky disco inferno. I have a mental picture of the film's creators, stoned out of their minds on who knows what, cackling crazily as they outline a movie that would have more appropriately been titled "The Big Goof."
  193. A cringingly awkward tale of sexual predation and female lunacy.
  194. Insulting several nationalities and most of the filmgoing public, Tied to a Chair lurches through acting atrocities, continuity glitches and narrative gaps with grating insouciance.
  195. If you are going to be this mean-spirited, you had better deliver the jokes, but the film's attacks on pretentious parents - not to mention put-downs of hardworking immigrants - consistently come off as more hateful than humorous.
  196. A film with nothing to please the eye and even less to excite the mind.