The New York Times' Scores

For 8,156 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
Lowest review score:
Critic Score 0
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8,156 movie reviews
  1. Slick and treacherous.
  2. By the end of The Watcher you'll need your own prescription.
  3. The real problem here, though, is that noting the it's-all-about-me nature of modern life already feels like a point that no longer needs making. Yeah, we're self-absorbed and shallow; so what else is new?
  4. A catastrophe worth noting only for the presence of its name cast.
  5. Subjective or not, the movie is a bore and an eyesore.
  6. An attempt to inaugurate a new movie franchise, something that might appeal to women and mystery fans. This is a perfectly sound ambition, but the movie, directed by Julie Anne Robinson from a script by Stacy Sherman, Karen Ray and Liz Brixius, is so weary and uninspired that it feels more like an exhausted end than an energetic beginning.
  7. For all its intimations of fire and brimstone, the film isn't remotely frightening, and the high-school-level acting doesn't help.
  8. It is the kind of film that only a certain breed of cinematic cultist could tolerate. Its grade-school-level acting, for instance, is so rudimentary that it makes the cast of "The Blair Witch Project" (which Ice From the Sun seems to be consciously parodying at times) appear Stanislavskian.
  9. (Shue's) sweetly likable performance is the only coherent element in a film that has the impersonal feel of a television drama slapped together in a rush.
    • Metascore: 21
    • Critic Score 20
    All this is bizarre without being funny. [7 Jan 1994, p.C12]
  10. All you really need to know about Say It Isn't So,the latest flatulent noisemaker from the Farrelly Brothers' gross-out comedy factory, is that late in the movie, Chris Klein punches a cow from behind and finds his arm stuck inside.
  11. Soulless, joyless and depressingly graceless, Alien Girl plays like an early Guy Ritchie knockoff without the jokes or Cockney accents.
  12. There isn't much swashbuckling chemistry between Mr. Renner and Ms. Arterton, and the script doesn't give them enough of the witty lines that can elevate these types of movies to must-see status.
  13. If the film were a fight, they'd have stopped it.
  14. As a movie, Controlled Chaos is often bumpy, naïve and erratically acted.
  15. Though Mr. Hayata seems convinced that he is a colorful, romantic figure, the movie itself is crushingly mundane and unlikely to attract any audience beyond close relatives.
  16. Unpleasant, uncouth and painfully unfunny..
  17. The film strains mightily to be flashy and hip but finishes more in the realm of the merely distasteful.
  18. 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.
  19. Mr. Kitamura, an action enthusiast who prefers to show rather than tell, seems unaware that the film’s dialogue is laughable, its characters unfathomable and the acting often less than optimal.
  20. An empty, farcical blood bath that's virtually shock-free except for one preposterous plot twist.
  21. To borrow RuPaul’s delightful catchphrase, the only possible response to a project like this is to advise it to “sashay away.”
  22. National Lampoon’s Van Wilder 2: The Rise of Taj harnesses smut and silliness to an oddly innocent tale of true love.
  23. 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.
  24. 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.
  25. 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.
  26. Feels like an early rehearsal for a play where all the movement is being coordinated but the underlying emotional notes have yet to be set.
  27. A murky ecclesiastical horror film, may be the nadir of the subgenre that produced "The Exorcist" (at its high end) and "Stigmata" (at its middle-to-low end).
    • 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.
  28. Among the problems with the humorless comedy General Education is that the lead character's sister is more interesting than he is, and she spends much of her screen time as a mute mime.
  29. A mound of standard-issue parent-child conflicts and enough self-help cliches to drive Polonius to the aquavit barrel at Elsinore.
  30. Arriving as inevitably as puberty, Bratz introduces the swollen-headed, fashion-addicted dolls of the title to a live-action movie.
  31. Homecoming is coldly efficient for what it is. But what it is is trash.
  32. This bloated spectacle has all the get-up-and-go of one of the legendary late-era Elvis Presley concerts. The picture feels longer than Presley's career and as irrelevant as he was by the end.
  33. Suffers from a fatal lack of modulation. It paints a picture of inner-city life as an endless sequence of beatings and shouting matches, and in its glum cartoonishness insults the people whose strivings it means to honor.
  34. The action is the best thing in the picture.
  35. The film is painfully boring and funny in the wrong places.
  36. Finally it becomes clear that Mr. Corley's film is meant to be a tribute to the love of theater. It has just been posing as the story of one man's finding himself.
  37. Cheap shots and mean spirits abound, as do celebrity cameos (James Woods, Jon Voight, Dennis Hopper, Kelsey Grammer). But it's the laziness of the writing that most offends.
  38. Less a movie than an essay.
    • Metascore: 20
    • Critic Score 30
    While it seems there's no getting away from this marketing aesthetic, the resemblance at times to a video game is far, far too acute.
  39. Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You, a film based on Peter Cameron's novel, is several kinds of excruciating.
    • Metascore: 20
    • Critic Score 60
    This fantastical fable takes aim at marketing itself with an intriguing if tendentious narrative.
  40. Missing no stops on the road from cloying to annoying, Harlem Aria has waited more than 10 years for domestic release. Maybe its destiny has been written.
  41. Nearly every time Mr. Jordan, working from a script by Mr. Ellis and Nicholas Jarecki, tries for similar effects, he goes badly awry, so that you snicker when the movie is trying to be poignant and groan when it aims to make a joke.
  42. Beyond its eye candy, this wisp of a movie, inspired by Arthur Schnitzler's play "La Ronde," offers only hints of the complicated personalities behind the characters' sleek, well-toned surfaces.
  43. Like a soft drink that's been sitting open too long: it's too much syrup and not enough fizz.
  44. By the midway point, viewers will be questioning whether they would rather remain in their seats or put their eyes out with a fork.
  45. 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?
  46. Expelled is an unprincipled propaganda piece that insults believers and nonbelievers alike.
  47. An irredeemable mess, a computer-animated Punch and Judy show without wit, heart or a single memorable performance.
  48. The problem -- the catastrophe -- of The Last Airbender is not in the conception but the execution. The long-winded explanations and clumsy performances are made worse by graceless effects and a last-minute 3-D conversion that wrecks whatever visual grace or beauty might have been there.
  49. Relentlessly softheaded and softhearted.
    • Metascore: 20
    • Critic Score 10
    A thinly veiled "Cyrano," with the prom in mind.
  50. Messy, unfunny and unforgivably dull.
  51. This is the kind of comedy in which the characters are construction-paper cutouts whose abrupt changes of heart are dictated entirely by the preposterous plot and not by psychological or social reality.
  52. As Corky, Mr. Kattan never finds an appealing perspective on his character. Sweetness is not this gifted comedian's strong suit, and in its place Mr. Kattan offers a desperate eagerness to please, a far less charming quality.
  53. There is an explanation for everything, but it is a long time coming and not worth the wait.
  54. Comes off as noisy and ill conceived, long on morphing monsters, short on storytelling talent and uneven in its efforts at animation.
  55. If the opening gag in your R-rated movie is an extended flatulence joke you should reconsider whether you're qualified to make such a movie. Not that flatulence jokes aren't funny; 8-year-olds love them. The thing is, not many 8-year-olds go to R-rated movies.
    • Metascore: 20
    • Critic Score 30
    The credibility is low, the idealism high and the sentiment through the roof in Jesse Baget's slender, micro-budgeted comedy Cellmates, a schematic parable about racism and (less overtly) illegal immigration.
  56. For the thickheaded thriller Assassin's Bullet the Bulgarian actress Elika Portnoy dreamed up a story with three roles for herself and fails to convince in any of them.
  57. 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.
  58. 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.
    • Metascore: 19
    • Critic Score 0
    For the cast, shooting the movie (in Ukraine) may have been a working vacation, but for viewers, watching it is an excruciating sentence of hard labor.
  59. A vulgar, uninspired lump of poisoned eye candy.
  60. Mr. Baldwin's attack -- there's no better way to put it -- is unforgettable. He's the first shrunken narrator with a serial killer's swagger.
  61. Rarely has a movie worked so hard to be so inconsequential.
  62. As long on adrenaline and special effects as it is short on genuine novelty and intellectual content.
  63. The latest bit of damaged goods offered up in the Miramax clearance sale, Underclassman plays like the longest episode of "21 Jump Street" ever made.
    • 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.
  64. This imbecilic, mean-spirited farce, which sneers at adults, leaves you wondering: where are the Three Stooges when we really need them?
  65. The main audience for this dim little sex comedy has no particular interest in seeing Ms. Alba act. They want to see her in her underwear and also to confront one of the central cultural questions of our time: will she take her top off?
  66. 8MM
    Schumacher almost invariably breathes more life into his material than he has here. It's a lot easier to tick off the forced, farfetched touches in Eight Millimeter than to count the ones that ring true.
  67. A rancid little nothing of a movie that baldly recycles plot elements of "There's Something About Mary."
    • 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.
  68. Relentlessly unpleasant film.
  69. 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.
  70. October is early, but not too early to acknowledge Harmony Korine's Gummo as the worst film of the year. No conceivable competition will match the sourness, cynicism and pretension of Mr. Korine's debut feature.
  71. While "Dumb and Dumber" possessed a bracing, genuine vulgarity, this new film is more often merely disgusting as it piles up jokes involving various bodily discharges and the unpleasant things that can be done with them.
  72. 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.
  73. A convoluted, hysterical mess of a movie with grandiose spiritual airs and not a drop of humor.
  74. A nasty exploitation flick tarted up with art-house actors and psychobabble.
  75. The film isn't even as good as the second-rate game it is based on, which is nothing but a shootout.
  76. Spectators will indeed sit open-mouthed before the screen, not screaming but yawning.
  77. In the spring a monster's fancy lethally turns to thoughts of lust. This thought, reduced to a level contemptuous of taste and reasonable intelligence, underlies Species II.
  78. As you watch the comedy lurch along, the woozy, sinking sensation it produces suggests a movie slapped together after the consumption of far too many gallons of that spiked eggnog.
  79. The kindest thing to be said of Movie 43, a star-saturated collection of crude one-joke vignettes made with big-time directors, is that most of the participants seem to relish being naughty.
  80. Even if it ends on a hopeful note, this is a feel-bad movie that leaves a bitter aftertaste.
  81. Light on originality and low on suspense though high on design and special effects.
  82. It feels like both a joke and a turkey.
    • Metascore: 18
    • Critic Score 20
    The onslaught of optical effects and deafeningly expressive foley suggest a voyage through a pinball machine piloted by the director Tony Scott.
  83. Mr. Wimmer is more concerned with fetishizing his heroine and patronizing his audience. The verdict? Ultrasilly.
  84. Little more than a loose- jointed succession of goofy "Saturday Night Live"-style sketches and sight gags inspired by an actual event that is nearly half a century behind us.
  85. At 70 minutes, Cupid's Mistake is short, but then, so is our time on this planet.
  86. Buried in the slow, talky, inanities that the two stars exchange are some potentially interesting ideas about female sexual self-assertion and male surrender, but neither the actors nor the filmmakers have any notion about how to explore them.
  87. There is no credible feeling here, no comedy, no eroticism.
  88. There’s probably more wit and pointed social commentary in the average four-minute OutKast song than in the entirety of Who’s Your Caddy?
  89. The movie... hasn't the foggiest notion whether it's a soap opera or a horror film, and wanders around in a generic fog.
  90. Isn't much of a movie (it'll play much better on the small screen), but the likable chemistry between Dre and Snoop counts for a lot.
  91. With the dog days of August upon us, think of this dog of a movie as the cinematic equivalent of high humidity.
  92. A romantic subplot is formulaic, and, most disappointing, the break-dance sequences don't sizzle, though the film's director, Harvey Glazer, is known for his music videos. Keep an eye out, however, for some nutty cameos.
  93. The scariest thing about The Devil Inside is that a major studio like Paramount Pictures, which is distributing it, may be able to squeeze more profit out of a tedious, tediously exhausted subgenre that was already creatively tapped out when "The Blair Witch Project" spooked audiences more than a decade ago.
  94. If Boat Trip were screened on a cruise ship, most of the passengers would be dog-paddling back to shore.
  95. The talented Ms. Fanning gives a capable performance, and Mr. Konchalovsky and his camera and special-effects crews put a few arresting images on screen, including some frightening metal rat-dogs. But even there they fall short of obvious models like Jean-Pierre Jeunet's "City of Lost Children," and the 3-D treatment adds nothing.
  96. This pointless parody dumps us in the fictional town of Sporks, Wash., a location lousy with vampires and werewolves.
    • Metascore: 18
    • Critic Score 30
    At one point Ben helpfully looks under the house to see what might be causing the ruckus. "Watch out for spiders!" Kelly says. Actually, Ben - and the filmmakers - have a lot more to worry about.
  97. Deteriorates into a gory shoot-'em-up gangster movie with a quick-fix ending that leaves many threads dangling. It could have been something more.
    • Metascore: 18
    • Critic Score 20
    The title role is played by Ariana Savalas, daughter of Telly. She's good, but not inventive enough to rescue Miriam, which is hobbled by flatly lighted video imagery, unconvincing period details and an inclination to wallow in atrocity.
  98. You might blame Nora Ephron, whose screenplay for “When Harry Met Sally” established the formula that I Hate Valentine’s Day runs into the ground. Compared with this, Ms. Ephron is Chekhov.
  99. Although it's often laugh-out-loud laughably bad, 88 Minutes is mostly just a slog.
  100. See No Evil devolves into an increasingly bloody and creative string of butcherings and impalings.
  101. The real-life sisters Hilary and Haylie Duff star in this incompetent spin on the poor-little-rich-girl story.
  102. A colossally sour and ill-conceived misfire.
  103. 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.
  104. Reveling in the vivid Bangkok locations, Geoff Boyle’s photography is crisp and bright, and Dion Lam’s action choreography unusually witty.
  105. The movie offers less gore than the average Band-Aid commercial and fewer scares than the elimination episodes of "Dancing With the Stars."
    • Metascore: tbd
    • Critic Score 20
    The film is so clumsily written and directed, and the performances so one-note, that any potential for enlightenment is suffocated.
  106. This one is clumsy, mean spirited and amazingly unmusical.
    • 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.
  107. A supernatural soap opera.
  108. Nice, but that doesn't mean the film is worth anyone's time besides those of their families, friends, neighbors and the nice man from Connecticut who let them use his restaurant.
  109. The concept of an intelligent woman is apparently so exotic to Ms. Bullock and her director, Phil Traill, that they frantically kook the character up, as if female smarts were a kind of disability. This being a contemporary big-studio release, I suppose it is.
  110. 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.
  111. Prostitutes are not the only things butchered in The Lodger, a spooky story ruined by lumpen dialogue, cloddish performances and a director and writer (David Ondaatje) oblivious to both.
    • Metascore: 17
    • Critic Score 30
    Perhaps the people most insulted are white Southerners, who presumably are expected to embrace one whopping brain-dead metaphor.
  112. A lumbering mess in which he has somehow trapped several recognizable actors.
  113. The humor is coarse and occasionally funny. The archly bombastic score, by Edward Sheamur, is the only thing you might call witty. But happily, Jennifer Coolidge and Fred Willard show up, as the White Bitch and Aslo the Lion, to add some easy, demented class.
  114. The script, by Mr. Marshall and R. A. White, doesn't contain enough that's genuinely funny, which leaves everybody trying too hard. Only Ann-Margret, as the fair's reigning queen, retains her dignity.
    • Metascore: 17
    • Critic Score 40
    The slapstick and action set pieces are lame, and its performances range from competent to annoying.
  115. Torturously boring.
  116. Really, how slovenly is it to use invisible aliens? If you're going to tease us with nothing but pinwheels of light for three-quarters of the film, you'd better have one heck of a reveal up your sleeve.
  117. Pretentious and inane.
  118. It's the central story that's lacking.
  119. 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.
  120. Ottman doesn't have the firm grasp of tone necessary to make his deliberate ambiguities seem other than simple confusion, nor the sense of humor necessary to turn the deliberate clichés into effective satire.
  121. 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]
  122. It succeeds as a reasonably smart no-brainer. If you've ever had a yen to relive the third grade, this must be the next best thing.
  123. 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.
  124. 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]
  125. A film that desperately wants to be a music video circa 1983.
  126. Monotonously paced and too long, Jersey Guy also suffers in its early scenes from attempts at humor that probably read better on the page than they play on the screen.
    • 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.
  127. Harlem Nights is not the disaster some people might have been expecting. Mr. Murphy has appeared in far worse films written and directed by people much more experienced.
  128. Suffers from clumsy exposition and uneven acting, except in the case of Eddie T. Robinson.
  129. 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?
  130. Desperately, depressingly in thrall to the Farrelly formula.
  131. Wants to be an outdoor, barbecue-grilled "Barbershop" but lacks the pungency and honesty of its prototype.
  132. An awkward “Lord of the Rings” knockoff, it features both elaborate battles and bumbling humor, though it’s never quite clear when you should be laughing.
    • Metascore: 15
    • Critic Score 10
    The real mystery is why such a mangled film was not junked altogether.
  133. A clever if muddled collection of riffs on the "Blair Witch" juggernaut, dressed up with intellectual pretensions by Joe Berlinger, who directed this film with a chortling zest.
  134. 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.
  135. Pathetically inept.
  136. The heads may be dead, but at least they have a comical look.
  137. Does little more than congratulate its audience on recognizing the source of its riffs. "High School Musical" -- ha ha ha!
  138. Robert Kane Pappas’s documentary about scientific experiments in life extension, makes a digressive, disorganized hash of a fascinating topic.
  139. Strains to sell itself as one crazy ride (raging parties! hot lesbian sex! bare breasts!), and chances are it won't disappoint those looking solely for unadulterated raunch.
    • Metascore: 15
    • Critic Score 30
    The film is nothing if not liberal with its bloodletting, which integrates cleverly at times with the 3-D: lopped fingers, for example, fly toward the audience. But personalities and plot are thumbnail sketches at best.
  140. Does little more than add another title to the very long list of movies influenced by George Romero's 1968 horror classic, "Night of the Living Dead."
  141. 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.
    • 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.
  142. 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.
  143. 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.
  144. The current version, however, like its predecessor, fails as entertainment. Mr. McTiernan's remake may be lighter on its feet -- the sober-minded original was as graceful as a tap-dancing rhino -- but it is just as boring and as obvious.
  145. A cringe-inducing romantic comedy turned cancer tragedy turned inspirational hosanna about living in the moment, embracing your bliss and other clichés.
  146. It's sad and misguided and boring.
  147. 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.
  148. So poorly written, badly acted and ineptly directed that it denies you even the modest pleasure of making fun of it.
  149. They play cotton candy effigies of themselves named Kelly and Justin, and the best that can be said is that they don't embarrass themselves.
  150. Mostly dross, an unintentionally hilarious compendium of time-tested cinematic clichés that illustrates the chasm between hopeful imitation and successful duplication.
  151. Take this as a warning: it's not much fun.
  152. A cheapie hostage drama with a lot more swagger than substance, The Killing Jar strains to wring tension from a tired premise and an airless script.
  153. The only people who could be surprised at this movie will be those who wandered into the wrong multiplex theater by mistake.
  154. A movie that feels like punishment for a crime you can't remember committing.
    • Metascore: 13
    • Critic Score 30
    A recruiting poster for kids, insisting that there’s no domestic problem that military values can’t solve.
  155. The only heat that rises from the movie is mechanical.
  156. The movie's comic heart consists of a series of indescribably loopy, elaborately conceived happenings that are at once rigorous and chaotic, idiotic and brilliant.
  157. This laughably clichéd dive into sexual masochism and hardscrabble survival replaces story with outline and characters with place holders.
  158. Everyone spouts nicely turned baloney elevating golf to the level of a religious experience, which grows tedious fairly quickly. The film almost works, though, if you view the whole thing as a very, very dry comedy.
  159. 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.
  160. A preposterous, prurient whodunit.
  161. Red Hook Black crawls forward by means of stilted conversations and vacuous exchanges.
    • Metascore: 13
    • Critic Score 0
    It is hard to know what exactly Mr. Palumbo is trying to say in his debased film.
  162. It's a film to gall fans of the old television series and perplex anyone else.
    • Metascore: 12
    • Critic Score 20
    What rankles isn’t the gross-out humor or the verbal non sequiturs, which are expected, even welcome, in this sort of movie. It’s the smug sense of entitlement -- that of intoxicated dweebs tittering endlessly and obnoxiously at their own supposed cleverness. “Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle” is the gold standard in this genre. Strange Wilderness is a counterfeit bill.
  163. Oconomowoc has one thing going for it: a running time of just 79 minutes, even if every one of them feels like an eternity.
  164. Cocktail, which opens today at the Cinema 2 and other theaters, is ''Saturday Night Fever'' without John Travolta, the Bee-Gees and dancing. It is an inane romantic drama that only a very young, very naive bartender could love. How it got that way is difficult to understand.
  165. Amateurish and incoherent.
  166. So lazy and slipshod it confuses the mere flashing of kinky soft-core imagery with naughty fun.
  167. Strands one of the most gifted casts assembled in some time. Sadly, though many of the actors throw off a spark or two when they first appear, they can't generate enough heat in this cold vacuum of a comedy to start a reaction.
  168. A film so family-safe it feels sheathed in plastic Bubble Wrap. Unfortunately, it's not even as much fun as popping the bubbles. It doesn't matter that the film is less than 90 minutes. It still feels like a prison stretch.
  169. Unlike Michael Knowles's similarly plotted and vastly superior "Room 314," The Trouble With Romance is visually stagnant and tonally bewildered.
  170. Incoherent mess of a film.
    • Metascore: 11
    • Critic Score 20
    Feels like a very long late-night comedy sketch that occasionally veers beyond tastelessness toward something worse.
  171. Here's the lowdown on the latest chapter in Mortal Kombat: deadly dull.
  172. Aaron Seltzer and Jason Friedberg, who wrote the screenplay, have crammed dozens of movie parodies into this deliberately juvenile spoof of romantic comedies. Mr. Seltzer, who directed, has made very few of them funny.
  173. It's an oddity that will be avoided by millions of people, this new Pinocchio. Osama bin Laden could attend a showing in Times Square and be confident of remaining hidden.
  174. Marlon Wayans’s satire “A Haunted House” got to “Paranormal” first, and for a much smaller budget delivered bigger laughs.
  175. Hands down the most excruciatingly inept film to creep its way into theaters in some time.
  176. "How are we going to get out of here?" Sarah squawks at one point, a question that Mr. Dourif ought to have asked his agent long before the cameras began to roll.
  177. Told with multiple flashbacks and minimal taste, this exuberantly scuzzy thriller - shot in less than two weeks with a budget as micro as the women's skirts - pits sleazy cops against fun-loving disrobers in the middle of scraggly foliage.
  178. Bottom-feeding monstrosity of a comedy.
  179. 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.
  180. Might have generated a laugh or two had it not forced the actors into uncomfortable extremes of caricature.
  181. This may be the worst movie Pauly Shore has ever been in. Think about that.
  182. 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.
  183. Villainy toward the infant class now comes from Jon Voight, descending to the depths of his 37-year-career.
  184. 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.
  185. 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.
  186. This is one terrible movie.