Village Voice's Scores

For 6,906 reviews, this publication has graded:
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Average Movie review score: 54
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6,906 movie reviews
  1. The pivotal plot twist isn't hard to predict, and Brit theater vet Hamm and screenwriter Mark Bomback rely on jolts that date back to the silent era.
  2. Coming off a memorable supporting turn in Starsky & Hutch, Snoop Dogg is sadly underutilized as the stoner pilot.
  3. Wallows in the same affected retro stylishness as the earlier film (Croupier), suffers from the same lack of narrative focus, and is just as choked with clichés.
    • Metascore: 41
    • Critic Score 20
    Holy Man's traipse through the wilds of consumerism and higher purpose must have seemed like a chance for the proverbial stretch, but not even Eddie can save this ill-conceived mess of a movie.
  4. Burt Reynolds turns up as scruffy mountain man, sparking unfulfilled expectations of some primo Deliverance jokes.
    • Metascore: 27
    • Critic Score 20
    A bloated, intermittently coherent mess.
    • Metascore: 46
    • Critic Score 20
    This skin-deep flick is merely art-school sophomoric, unwittingly cornball, and counterrevolutionary.
  5. In the crass, endless Mind the Gap, Schaeffer dares to ape "Magnolia," telling five barely connected stories with all the grace of a juggler tossing open bottles of Drano.
  6. If the recurring gag about Grandma's suicide attempts doesn't have you rolling in the aisles, there's always the domineering aunt whose husband sits at the kiddie table.
    • Metascore: 26
    • Critic Score 20
    Strong performances are marred by a script whose dialogue ranges from cheesy to unspeakably bad.
    • Metascore: 38
    • Critic Score 20
    Despite its misguided comic pretensions, this brazenly unimaginative caper movie is most effective as a feature-length infomercial for its location, which will here remain undisclosed.
  7. Grim going.
  8. Cringe-worthy spectacle.
  9. By the end of this wholly disorienting experience (this must be what it's like to be held captive in a Long Island supper club and force-fed hallucinogens), there's only one thing we damn well know, and it's that Kevin Spacey sure as hell believes he was born to play Bobby Darin.
    • Metascore: 15
    • Critic Score 20
    Rarely has a film's tagline been more fitting: "Some secrets should never come to light."
  10. Feel-good historical fiction, The Aryan Couple insultingly seeks to soothe and comfort against the reality of atrocity.
    • Metascore: 40
    • Critic Score 20
    Every alkie downward-spiral cliché from "The Lost Weekend" to "Leaving Las Vegas."
  11. Endearingly pretentious -- as if it swallowed a thick brick of Beckett and can't pass the uncooperative Beckettian stool.
  12. An oafish wish-fulfillment wankfest.
  13. Sidesteps any juicy subtext in favor of routine chase-movie thrills.
  14. Brimming with fatuous "clever" dialogue and gorgeous women swooning over Schaeffer-played boors, the like-sounding titles denoted a vain, smarmy Woody Allen acolyte drowning in his own reflection.
  15. Ends up waddling its way toward gentler, mistier climes, stopping just shy of "Doubtfire" country. It doesn't run out of smelly steam so much as downshift and become a different movie.
  16. Elicits not the voluptuous discomfort stirred by the boys' (Peter and Bobby Farrelly) best corporeal shenanigans but creeping embarrassment for everyone on screen.
  17. It's difficult to remember a recent movie with less regard for spatial or temporal coherence. With the bar set so low, one wouldn't think the ending could possibly come as a letdown. Believe me, it does.
  18. The film has exhausted itself with fits of glib hysteria long before its truly stupefying final twist, a stunning betrayal of audience trust.
  19. The movie is monotonous, storyless, and at under 100 minutes, interminable.
    • Metascore: 58
    • Critic Score 20
    This would-be comedy about a thirtysomething family man (Attal) and his foray into infidelity is probably the worst in the putrid bushel of recent Gallic imports.
    • Metascore: 45
    • Critic Score 20
    A monotonous, unenlightening experience.
    • Metascore: 11
    • Critic Score 20
    Charlie Murphy's hilarious gay gangsta, relegated to the filmic down low, provides a modicum of depth in an otherwise supremely shallow effort.
  20. The blood is raspberry syrup, the gags gag, and the film virtually falls over itself informing us how lame it is.
    • Metascore: 25
    • Critic Score 20
    Sadly, instead of situating the l'amour fou in the artistic ferment of the period (1917-1920), Davis twists the period to fit the story.
    • Metascore: 40
    • Reviewed by
      Ed Park
      20
    Why not travel back in time and not make this movie?
    • Metascore: 29
    • Critic Score 20
    An exhausting exercise in genre mixing.
  21. A misguided tale of sentimental education.
    • Metascore: 35
    • Critic Score 20
    Its action sequences, more geeky than thrilling, fail to rescue the laughable plot.
    • Metascore: 27
    • Critic Score 20
    At least the title's accurate: This is a viewing experience that feels like it will never end.
  22. "It is a study of the psychopathologies of perversions," co-director Federico Sanchez says in the press notes for Eternal, which is certainly one way to rationalize a trashy lesbian vampire flick.
  23. Whether it's the guitar-strum soundtrack, "lyrical" cornfield shots, or arrhythmic performances, Steal Me has at least one indie-film cliché too many.
    • Metascore: 23
    • Critic Score 20
    "School Ties" heartthrob Randall Batinkoff and the rest of the cast make do with wooden lines and a plot that fails to jell.
  24. This micro-budget amateur-acting exercise plays like "The Anniversary Party" without the frisson of marquee performers behaving badly. We get F-listers playing at being marquee performers behaving badly.
  25. Henry Jaglom's latest study of contemporary female obsessions among a noxious clan of West L.A. bourgeoisie is of more pathological than cinematic interest.
    • Metascore: 22
    • Critic Score 20
    Spectacularly incompetent, Don't Tell races into self-parody before the end of the opening credits.
  26. Feels motivated by envy more than anything else-it's a sour, petty act of mockery that values its own ineptitude over genuine cleverness, travestying Quentin Tarantino and others simply for dreaming up gimmicks that worked.
  27. This Dick & Jane is precisely the kind of social-problem comedy you'd expect from well-intentioned millionaires unaccustomed to putting their money where their mouths are.
  28. Ledger's deadpan baritone pumps wit into his tepid one-liners like collagen into a wilted starlet's kisser, and the clumsy staging might not grate so much if the tone weren't so self-congratulatory.
  29. Maybe it's the terrible lighting, but Friend-out-of-water Aniston spends most of this flick looking like she needs Dustin Hoffman to bang on the glass and get her out of this mess.
    • Metascore: 35
    • Critic Score 20
    Westby never provides a reason you should pay to spend 70 minutes with Scotty, but he offers at least a dozen compelling ones not to.
  30. Rote sequel that surely no one was waiting for: Like the serially thwarted Death (the only "character" to return from the first two Final Destination movies), audiences are required to endure banal exposition and junior-high-level foreshadowing before being treated to the nauseatingly detailed scenes of CGI slaughter.
    • Metascore: 46
    • Critic Score 20
    A cheap-looking action movie that sabotages itself at almost every turn.
  31. Drearily pretentious, Sexualis has even less softcore appeal than an American Apparel ad.
  32. The title's pointedly incorrect pronoun is typical of the film's obtuse childishness.
  33. Ironically, Leiner's two monuments to pothead delirium seem vastly more coherent than this hazy attempt to mine the zeitgeist, a film every bit as pointed as its nounless title.
    • Metascore: 45
    • Critic Score 20
    Mini is impossible to like, especially since she delivers some of the worst narration ever spoken, and her final lines are like a big middle finger to viewers foolish enough to enjoy the film.
  34. Writer-director Bart Freundlich (Moore's husband) has nothing to say and nowhere to go with this material, except to the most contrived ending this side of a "Will & Grace" episode.
    • Metascore: tbd
    • Critic Score 20
    For such a poorly made autobiopic to earn a theatrical release, Nwamu must have some friends in high places.
    • Metascore: 35
    • Critic Score 20
    That's the movie--desperate grasps, huffy affronts, gulping kisses, and one juicy (if silent) sex scene, early in the film, before our senses have been deadened by boredom. Without dialogue, we don't know who the characters are, so we can't care about what they do.
    • Metascore: 22
    • Critic Score 20
    The results are neither profound nor funny, but merely uncomfortable. A hubristic failure at risky humor, The Tiger and the Snow provides Benigni his own Michael Richards moment.
  35. Director Paul J. Bolger and screenwriter Rob Moreland have drained the affectionate wit out of the Shrek franchise's satire, giving us instead a barely sketched out story line and quantities of unimaginative CGI.
    • Metascore: 31
    • Critic Score 20
    The Wayward Cloud fails as allegory, human story, anti-porn screed, postmodern musical, and even formal delight (Tsai's emptied-out aesthetic has never felt so empty, his mannerisms so pointlessly mannered), but it seems to have worked well enough as a necessary purge.
    • Metascore: 51
    • Critic Score 20
    300
    It's a ponderous, plodding, visually dull picture, but the blame shouldn't be put on Snyder's skills per se, and has nothing to do with his ambition to blur the distinction between CGI and photography. Frankly, it's the slavish, frame-by-frame devotion to Miller's source material that's the problem.
    • Metascore: 26
    • Critic Score 20
    While the mystery doesn't engage, Davlin keeps you off guard with his film's weird rhythms, bouncing from family drama to romance to macabre mood piece without much warning. How he and Zane manage to make such dreck almost tolerable is the real mystery here.
    • Metascore: 39
    • Critic Score 20
    Short-changing issues of race and wearing its heart way out on its sleeve, it's the film's amateur exposition that's most dumbfounding -- poised to provoke more sarcasm than righteous indignation.
    • Metascore: 26
    • Critic Score 20
    Where's Al Sharpton's decency parade when you need it?
    • Metascore: 38
    • Critic Score 20
    Stern's direction is reticent where it should be nervy, and the chemistry-free cast of mostly New York stage actors appears to have been chosen for its discomfort with dialogue such as "Come hither!" and "Get thee from me!" Ye have been warned.
  36. Martin's grin-and-don't-bare-it performance lifts the picture above sitcom level. [31 Dec 1991]
  37. See it if you must, but don't forget to pack the Air Wick. These breezy doings are mustier than a Glitter Gulch casino at 4 a.m.
  38. That in such a miserable film I could still care whether his character lived or died is, perhaps, the greatest proof that Chow Yun Fat's a movie star.
  39. The Governess is too dirty-minded to fit the Merchant Ivory mold but not salacious enough to qualify as bodice-ripping laff riot. [04 Aug 1998]
  40. It marks an unfortunate low point in the history of recent American comedy. There goes Steve Carell's perfect game.
    • Metascore: 64
    • Critic Score 20
    The past decade has been less kind to Dahl, and though his latest, called You Kill Me, has the outward appearance of a return to form, it may in fact be the worst thing he's ever done--an inert, tone-deaf mélange of "The Sopranos" and "Six Feet Under."
  41. Any resonance from that real-life atrocity gets smothered by a script that interlaces clichéd dialogue so tightly as to block out any glint of recognizable human behavior.
    • Metascore: 32
    • Critic Score 20
    A retarded sense of meta is achieved whenever Leto's Chapman goes on about the phony theatrics of film actors, but it's Lindsay Lohan, as über–Lennon fan Jude, who breaks your heart, looking convincingly horrified that she has three undeserved Razzies while Leto has none.
    • Metascore: 22
    • Critic Score 20
    Manages to be as toothless as he (Boll) is tasteless. Poorly framed, tone-deaf, and nonsensical (yet still Boll's best!).
  42. Repellent piece of garbage.
  43. August seems to be missing something essential--a prologue? Or maybe it's not what's missing that's the problem, but what's here.
    • Metascore: 31
    • Critic Score 20
    Trivial, commercially calculated ensemble drama (porn! pot! rock music!), which plays like a non-musical "Rent," or a faux-edgy "Shortbus" for kids raised on "American Pie."
    • Metascore: 22
    • Critic Score 20
    Take has the audacity to excuse its bad cinematic habits as figments of both Saul and Ana's imaginations.
  44. The scattershot America the Beautiful recapitulates vintage "Beauty Myth" trumpery.
  45. The worst kind of bastard adaptation, Secret subtracts without adding.
    • Metascore: 52
    • Critic Score 20
    The Longshots strains so hard to inspire, every moment underlined with a by-the-numbers score, that it ends up totally innocuous.
    • Metascore: 37
    • Critic Score 20
    You may begin to wonder if Lee really initiated this project or if it only fell into his hands after Roberto Benigni proved unavailable.
  46. Isn't so much incompetent as it is hopelessly tame and muddled.
  47. How ironic that a movie filled with police officers should end up feeling like a hostage situation.
    • Metascore: 53
    • Critic Score 20
    Year of the Fish is the kind of really bad movie it takes a lot of misplaced conviction to make.
  48. Less a movie than a charm offensive beamed at those who thought "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" was a masterpiece.
  49. Ball, who can't conceive of human motives beyond the hypertrophic, smutty sexuality that's his stock in trade, primly divides his characters into avatars of Sick Repression or Healthy Liberation.
  50. Greg Kinnear, usually kinetic, is unusually (and unbearably) dull.
    • Metascore: 46
    • Critic Score 20
    For all the potential of this coming-of-age/political-awakening tale, Choose Connor undoes itself with an egregiously sordid turn.
    • Metascore: 28
    • Critic Score 20
    Director and co-writer Randall Miller is so ill at ease with the basic building blocks of the genre that Nobel Son quickly announces itself as one of those misbegotten clunkers where almost every creative decision isn't just wrong but tone-deaf.
    • Metascore: 27
    • Critic Score 20
    You'll just wonder why this isn't a video game you can actually play.
  51. Nodding, winking, and sighing, The Lodger lumbers its way to a final twist so anticlimactic and silly as to warrant an incredulous titter.
    • Metascore: 44
    • Critic Score 20
    Alas, Chandni Chowk to China, directed by Nikhil Advani, is asymmetrical in the extreme: shapeless, shameless, and slapdash.
  52. The one genuine bright spot among the performers is Kristen Bell as Windows's would-be girlfriend, his dream combination of Sarah Michelle Gellar and Janeane Garofalo.
  53. Plays like both a supremely outmoded chick-lit adaptation and an outrageously obscene gesture as the economy continues to swallow up livelihoods, homes, and hope.
    • Metascore: 23
    • Critic Score 20
    Not so much a "Big Chill" knockoff as a poor man's Whit Stillman comedy, this pretentious gab-fest from trial lawyer-turned-filmmaker Alan Hruska (Nola) feels like it traveled through a wormhole after someone watched "Metropolitan" in 1990.
    • Metascore: 20
    • Critic Score 20
    Approaches its ideas of reverse racism and the hypocrisies of tolerance with a heavy hand and odious moralizing.
  54. Mena Suvari, as Art's vindictive ex-fuckbuddy, gives sole signs of life--Miller is so void of presence that one can forget she's in the movie from scene to scene.
    • Metascore: 48
    • Critic Score 20
    If this is one small step for the actor (Efron) toward becoming a leading man, it is, for Hollywood movies, one more giant leap into infantilism.
  55. A tale of absolute self-absorption and unconscious revelation.
    • Metascore: 28
    • Critic Score 20
    An overaffected, preachy drama.
  56. Someday, a wise and potent film will be made about the Holocaust's legacy on succeeding generations. Posing as a study in evil, Death in Love is claptrap that confuses bile with art.
    • Metascore: 36
    • Critic Score 20
    Has more fantastically blunt, clunky, and downright laughable teen-sex dialogue per minute than anything this side of Larry Clark.
  57. Spread becomes a sloggy, tepid comeuppance tale.
  58. In Jackson's hands, The Lovely Bones is doubly appalling. Part Disney's "Alice in Wonderland," part Fritz Lang's "M," the movie is horrific yet cloying, alternately distended and abrupt, sometimes poignant and often ridiculous.
    • Metascore: 57
    • Critic Score 20
    Watching this garish fiasco, I found it mildly depressing to see Streep hurdling through this gauntlet of strained whimsy, her every toothy smile and throaty chortle more affected than Sophie Zawistowski's Polish accent.
    • Metascore: 45
    • Critic Score 20
    The writer's most successful works--"The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada" and "Amores Perros"--were bolstered by directors who brought genuine emotion to the screen, but The Burning Plain marks Arriaga's behind-the-camera debut, and his obviousness is staggering.
    • Metascore: 35
    • Critic Score 20
    In case we don't get that this is pretentious bullshit, David mentions how much he likes Bergman's "Persona." Later, to hammer it home, he admits that he's been trying to be a cooler person by succumbing to peer pressure by seeing "art films" and listening "to certain bands that actually suck."
    • Metascore: 44
    • Critic Score 20
    As a film, Brief Interviews With Hideous Men is a disaster.
  59. Misery pile-up.
    • Metascore: tbd
    • Critic Score 20
    This is one gay vampire film that's surprisingly anemic.
    • Metascore: tbd
    • Critic Score 20
    It is, perhaps, best not to expect too much from the directorial debut of Grace Kelly's ex-hairdresser; still, How to Seduce Difficult Women is woefully incompetent and ugly.
    • Metascore: 19
    • Critic Score 20
    A well-intentioned but dull, video-ugly documentary if it weren't partly financed by its subject, the Service Employees International Union (SEIU); that just makes it a crappy infomercial.
  60. The drubbing score leaves one nearly insensate to the fact that Rodgers has nothing original or even interesting to say about his subject, flattening fine points of scripture to recommend interfaith group hugs.
  61. To Save a Life wants to rescue kids from the Satanic messages of "Gossip Girl"--a benign, even worthy enough objective, but must alternatives to empty, materialistic adolescence require baptism in the Pacific?
    • Metascore: 24
    • Critic Score 20
    The film hints at progressive themes...soon disregard both in the service of a hokey gangsta plot.
    • Metascore: 38
    • Critic Score 20
    Might've made for a progressive film if director and co-writer Rick Famuyiwa (Brown Sugar) hadn't pandered to the lowest common denominator with brainless screwball laughs.
  62. Campanella, who overconfidently takes his time, outfits the film with ludicrous interrogation scenes, a drunken colleague who provides comic relief and redemptive tragedy, and a climactic flood of memories that plays like a trailer.
  63. Director Daniel Barber's lame handwringing about the root causes of youthful alienation forms a thin veneer over the real purpose of this self-important piece of rubbish--to hold us hostage to the director's bottomless appetite for spurious depravity.
  64. From an opening newsreel biography to a climactic Viking funereal ceremony, the film's absurdity proves oppressive, its linguistic cartwheels so mirthless, and its meticulous Wes Anderson–indebted set design and visual compositions so self-conscious, that the ridiculousness feels petrified.
  65. An insufferable exercise in cutie-pie modernism, painfully unfunny and precious to a fault.
  66. Ten interviews with 10 "name" American and European directors--including Todd Haynes, David Lynch, Bernardo Bertolucci, and Catherine Breillat--diced into a documentary as asinine and fawning as its title suggests.
    • Metascore: 15
    • Critic Score 20
    Too bad Pappas limits any critical perspective on this project to brief, superficial discussions with a handful of wealthy "artists" at their Hamptons homes whose connection to the filmmaker or the documentary's subject remains unspecified.
  67. Earthsea seems to be a stupendously dull place. It would try the patience of any kid.
  68. When every injury is repaid with interest, this self-destroying work has nowhere to go but to the credits. Such symmetry is a dismal, barbarian sort of perfection.
    • Metascore: 39
    • Critic Score 20
    Ripped from the headlines and sensationalized for your would-be pleasure, Inhale uses the appalling phenomenon of illegal organ trafficking as the basis for an almost-as-appalling hyperventilated thriller.
    • Metascore: 24
    • Critic Score 20
    A schmaltzy family comedy that won't pass the smell test for kids, parents, or even stoner second cousins, Knucklehead is too sluggish for young attention spans, and not inventive enough to keep adults engaged.
    • Metascore: 41
    • Critic Score 20
    The whole time I was watching Wild Target, I was trying to figure out just how to explain its weirdly old-fashioned comedic tone. I could talk about its absurd plot...
    • Metascore: 55
    • Critic Score 20
    Buried somewhere in Zwick's film might be a topical modern romance, maybe even a health care satire, but you'd need to dig past layers of creative desperation to find it.
  69. Romanycheva exudes cunning carnality, yet her wiles are as rote as the rest of this B-grade genre flick, which feigns interest in post-Communist Eastern European power dynamics but favors listlessly staged shoot-outs and heists devoid of emotional, psychological, or sociopolitical substance.
  70. It is draggily paced and lacks felicity of form; the 3-D is a rip-off and the songs are pap, save a snippet of Etta James singing "At Last" while Bieber's glossy fringe sways in slow-motion.
  71. Not a single arresting image is found amid the sci-fi rubble, though unintentional laughs eventually arrive courtesy of a cornball motivational speech by Eckhart's hero.
    • Metascore: 27
    • Critic Score 20
    Thick with stale "We're Jewish!" and inconvenient-boner jokes, the film's a post-"Office," shaky-cam sitcom pilot stretched to feature length.
    • Metascore: 44
    • Critic Score 20
    It's hard to imagine a more calculating, creatively bankrupt piece of real estate than The Hangover Part II.
  72. As if written by a robot whose frame of reference wasn't human reality but merely fairy-tale romantic comedies, Love, Wedding, Marriage strips genre tropes down to their scrawny, brittle bones.
  73. It is part of the film's premise that the movies are only a pretext to serve personal needs. Given how little the murky finished product offers an outside audience, this comes across all too convincingly.
    • Metascore: 34
    • Critic Score 20
    Even if The Ledge couldn't be written off as a hollow polemic, there's also the lifeless drama, laughable dialogue, chintzy sets, and poor lighting to grapple with.
  74. Can only be appreciated if you don't let guileless amateurishness, or chronic mumbling, ruin your evening.
  75. A pretend poison pen letter to Hollywood sleaze and excess, Prince of Swine is in fact Toma's application to join the club - hopefully denied.
  76. Despite an A-list roster, the performances are universally one-note, a fact largely attributable to a script overflowing with blunt dialogue and heavy-handed symbolism.
    • Metascore: 22
    • Critic Score 20
    Unfortunately for Quaid, director Martin Guigui's pathetic thriller doesn't even have the pulse-pounding excitement of a second-tier Scooby-Doo mystery.
    • Metascore: 19
    • Critic Score 20
    Schaeffer can't be trusted or believed as a broken man - he's got no humility.
    • Metascore: 30
    • Critic Score 20
    Perhaps the most charitable thing that can be said about the 143-minute marathon My Way - with a reported budget of almost $25 million, the costliest Korean motion picture ever produced - is that it does nothing by halves.
    • Metascore: 28
    • Critic Score 20
    Too odd to be funny, too cold-hearted to be tragic, Hick is an infuriating muddle.
  77. It is plodding, lazily filmed, gassy with James Horner's score, and pads its runtime only by way of tolling repetition.
    • Metascore: 9
    • Critic Score 20
    Lean, nasty, and patently absurd, The Tortured plays like one long scream of agony.
  78. Fans of incessant flashbacks and endless whooshing zooms into close-ups will find much to love about Assassin's Bullet; less satisfied, alas, will be those with a fondness for lucid plotting, compelling intrigue, and credible performances.
  79. Christian "Direct-to-Video" Slater lends not a shred of credibility to the role of Craig MacKenzie.
  80. Incapable of energizing Mark Poirier's leaden script (based on his own novel), Christopher Neil directs with a mechanical blandness made more tedious still by a score of gentle guitar strumming so aggravatingly benign it might inspire you to partake in one of Wendy's climactic, cathartic primal screams.
  81. Even caped do-gooders couldn't save Supercapitalist, a dramatic dud whose title refers not to some big-business hero but rather to wheelers and dealers living lives of swank suits, fast cars, loose women, plentiful drugs, and goofy corporate-espionage spy games.
  82. Fifty years after her death, the actress's corpse is still being picked over with ever-diminishing returns, as evidenced in Liz Garbus's garish, misguided documentary.
    • Metascore: 41
    • Critic Score 20
    Visually unspectacular and emotionally stillborn, The Sorcerer and the White Snake fails as both a fantasy and a romance.
  83. Shanghai Calling eventually reveals itself to be just another stale tale about the virtue of morality over ambition.
    • Metascore: 38
    • Critic Score 20
    Almost in Love has audacity and theatrical immediacy working for it. There's also some really impressive sound design. And that's it, pretty much.
  84. Patronizing from toe to chin, the film opts continually for self-congratulation and cheesy aphorism, and could've-should've been comfortable slotted into a half hour of airtime on TJC.
  85. Between the cast's modern hairstyles and attitude, and the paint-by-numbers set design and period costumes...the action comes across as a prolonged, dreary game of dress-up. That director Danny Mooney shoots his material like a TV show doesn't help.
  86. The charms of what might charitably be called Silver Circle's homemade look and feel are limited.
  87. Professional obligations required that I endure it, but there's no reason why you should.
  88. Attempts to transform meet-cute romance into an absurdist fatal-attraction thriller, but ends up neither fish nor fowl.
    • Metascore: 15
    • Critic Score 20
    Once Upon a Time in Brooklyn's vision of the Mafia comes filtered through a needlessly complex screenplay, as if the creators felt the need to prove they've seen a few Arnaud Desplechin films alongside Goodfellas.
  89. The X-Men franchise takes a giant leap backward and off a cliff with its fourth offering.
  90. Aftershock is incompetently made and morally muddled, but since talent, morality, and Mr. Roth have never been on speaking terms, we're not exactly surprised.
  91. A respectable cast and much noisy boisterousness isn't enough to generate a single laugh.
  92. The script's programmatic feel-goodery smooths out everything strange and noteworthy about Dean and Mei Mei's relationship into an unmemorable and unconvincing blandness.
  93. A shapeless, uncritical documentary.
  94. The Kid's denouement resembles the nightmare that would have transpired had execs foisted a toupee and a happy ending on "12 Monkeys."
    • Metascore: 30
    • Reviewed by
      Ed Park
      10
    Preachy and humorless, Eban and Charley shocks only by the quality of its numbing solipsism.
  95. It's the summer's most disingenuous movie -- a real achievement in a waning season that included Tim Burton's "Banana Splits" remake.
  96. Costner's not a mannered showboat, and what we get isn't a riff—it's a semi-oblivious glimpse of bitter outlaw banality.
  97. This flat run at a hip-hop "Tootsie" is so poorly paced you could fit all of Pootie Tang in between its punchlines.
  98. Even from deep in a K-hole, you'd need about 10 seconds to figure out the remaining plot twists in this jaded muscle-queen morality tale.
  99. So extremely stupid and incompetent, I doubt that even the most impartial critic could find much to praise.
  100. It's barely a movie.
  101. A stinky dumpster for sentimental dung about homelessness and the magical mecca that isn't Manhattan.
  102. If all-out headache-nausea-braindeath is what you crave, Whipped's available.
    • Metascore: 29
    • Reviewed by
      Ed Park
      10
    It's about following your dreams, no matter what your parents think. Socrates motions for hemlock.
  103. A self-adrenalizing, self-destructing pop-culture whirligig.
  104. Valentine isn't exploitative or trendy in the manner of so many indie films. Rather, it seems like the kind of art film that might have been dreamed up by a feverish high schooler.
    • Metascore: 55
    • Critic Score 10
    A real snooze.
  105. Clearly the product of an editing-room scramble, New Best Friend is a self-lambasting farce, despite Kirshner's passionate college try at establishing a third dimension in a brain-dead movie flatland.
  106. Vomitous.
  107. This dreadfully earnest inversion of the "Concubine" love triangle eschews the previous film's historical panorama and roiling pathos for bug-eyed mugging and gay-niche condescension.
  108. A real midlife crisis might be more enjoyable.
  109. This perky would-be consciousness-raiser dilutes a potentially interesting subject -- interracial marriage -- with half-baked platitudes, self-conscious acting, and a plot trite enough to be rejected by the PAX channel.
  110. Contrived and contrived sloppily, this self-adoring soap even manages to make its all-Hispanic cast seem unconvincing -- except for Seda.
    • Metascore: 34
    • Critic Score 10
    The only rationale for the production seems to be that the pair were gay, and therein lies the main problem with this uninspired example of queer-film-festival filler.
  111. Clichéd and condescending.
  112. From the auteur who assaulted us with "Sleepless in Seattle" comes a more punishing film.
  113. Griffin and Solvang's obliviousness, and the filmmakers' habit of mugging condescendingly while conducting interviews doesn't help either.
  114. Despite its incoherence and inaudible dialogue, this slice-of-life film manages to be simultaneously thuggish and platitudinous.
  115. The film seems dimly aware of its own ridiculousness, but it lacks the constitution for self-mockery.
  116. Bloodless, lip-biting psycho-carnage.
    • Metascore: 33
    • Reviewed by
      Ed Park
      10
    Contains exactly three decent jokes, all stuffed in the last 15 minutes.
  117. This overhyped slashfest fails to rise above the extravagant pointlessness that plagues inferior anime.
  118. As overlong and undermotivated as it is absentmindedly incoherent.
  119. The journey is a yawn -- an outpouring of backstory, punctuated by cute episodic diversions and ill-advised running gags.
  120. The queasiness it makes you feel is more like acid reflux than existential nausea.
  121. Thuds away at the now familiar New York turf of Jews and their mating habits.
  122. The clichés lap like bay waves, from the salutes to the brotherly brawl to the olive-oil tear streaks semipermanently painted down Jackson's cheeks.
  123. Mindless, shoddy (lurching zooms, no color correction, an entire reel out of sync) depiction of some very big guys who work as bouncers.
  124. It's never clear, by the way, why any of this is supposed to be even remotely funny...This is the kind of movie asinine enough to believe that the mere juxtaposition of sadistic violence and a jaunty tune on the soundtrack is, in itself, clever.
  125. Doesn't even have earnestness going for it -- a tepid, blindly assembled post-noir.
  126. The fiercely original Eddie Izzard is wasted in this botch, not something you could say for lucky millionaire Friend Matt LeBlanc.
  127. I'd rather eat ball bearings.
  128. A convoluted writing exercise gone horribly wrong.
  129. As technically amateurish as it is narratively ludicrous.
    • Metascore: 30
    • Reviewed by
      Ed Park
      10
    The only drama is in waiting to hear how John Malkovich's reedy consigliere will pronounce his next line.
  130. A valueless kiddie paean to pro basketball underwritten by the NBA.
    • Metascore: 40
    • Critic Score 10
    Next to this, even "Mean Machine's" painless soft-tissue spikings and fast-fixing broken limbs are believable -- and way funnier.
  131. Too amateurish to lampoon or evoke either film industry, Bollywood/Hollywood is a movie that owes its presence in theaters to a certain ethnic soccer comedy still circulating like a virus.
    • Metascore: 33
    • Critic Score 10
    Shamelessly purports to be "the first major studio comedy to reflect the Hispanic cultural experience in America," but the only place you're likely to find such shrill and whitewashed caricatures is in the elitist pages of ¡Hola!