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Burn After Reading is untranscendent, a little tired, the first Coen brothers picture on autopilot. In the words of the CIA superior, it’s "no biggie."- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It's fascinating trying to separate the thirties material from the mostly maladroit additions.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The film is superbly acted (especially by Macdissi, who makes the father a borderline hysteric), but it's hard to know what to feel except, "How can any girl navigate this oversexualized culture?"- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It's depressing when the best thing you can say about a comedy is that its second-rateness is pleasantly in sync with its unmagnetic hero.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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A spare, melancholy film that is so far in spirit from its source, Philip Roth's "The Dying Animal."- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It's empty and formulaic, with plotting that's lazy even by stoner-comedy standards. Without all the yuck-o sight gags, it would be a huge bummer.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The movie does get under your skin (the tremulous misfit girl, Hannah, might be a breakout role model), but the way it has been put together reminds me of those animal shows where the crew nudges the gazelles in the direction of the lions with multiple cameras standing by.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Too bad the movies collapses at the end when we find out what's really going on. Baghead is so much more vivid when it's indefinite.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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This is another of those dead-kid dramas in which the terrible event is handled like a striptease--tantalizing flashes until the climax.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The novelty wears off and the lack of imagination, visual and otherwise, turns into a drag. The Dark Knight is noisy, jumbled, and sadistic.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Seyfried (of Big Love and Mean Girls) is a radiant object and can sing, but I'd like to forget the others--especially Brosnan, whose singing is the best imitation I've heard of a water buffalo.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The best scene is when Hellboy and Abe get drunk and sing out raucously, which after "Hancock" suggests a trend toward superhero alcoholism.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It would be barely passable under normal circumstances, but in 3-D it's a circus of excellent FX.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The movie feels autobiographical--emotionally authentic (with a fair amount of bitterness toward women) and somewhat unshaped.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Jenkins is so desperate to give his love story a social and economic context that he stops the movie cold for a bunch of unrelated white people to articulate their grievances over gentrification--it's as if "Annie Hall" had paused for a seminar on agrarian reform.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The film becomes an aria of agony--but with a rousingly yucko finish!- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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No mainstream filmmaker since Orson Welles can touch Steven Spielberg when it comes to camera movement and composition--or, more precisely, to composition that gets more vivid as the camera moves...It's the work of a man with film storytelling in his blood. What a bummer when the story he has to tell is a cosmic nothing.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Such a clunkerama that it made me rethink all the nice things I wrote about its predecessor, "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe." Could the same people have made both films?- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Zalla, a graduate of Columbia's film school, is talented and single-minded. He needs to lighten up, literally. He frames his characters to bring out all their sweaty desperation, and his palette is dark with splashes of muddy brown; even the street scenes look as if they were shot in a dungeon.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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I'm glad Korine has pulled himself together, but the film is pretty ramshackle, full of obvious group improvisations that fail to spark and an overdose of bathos.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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I’m not sure Morris clinches his case, but I’m not sure he wants to: His aim is to throw a monkey wrench into the cogs of our perception.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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But even with bits that are crazily inspired, Forgetting Sarah Marshall is depressing. The Apatow Factory is too comfy with its workers’ arrested development to move the boundary posts. If they could find scripts by female writers that dramatize the other side of the Great Sexual Divide, it might be a place of joy--and embarrassed recognition--for everyone.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The film is a hodgepodge, and it closes with a whimper. But along the way some lucid voices slip through.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The middling romantic comedy Smart People, which centers on a hyperintellectual dysfunctional family, is of interest chiefly for the first post-Juno role of Ellen Page.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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I wouldn’t believe that Run, Fat Boy, Run was co-written by Simon Pegg (of Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz) if he weren’t up there on the screen in teeny briefs and with his gut stuck out, trying to endear himself to the American audience in material maybe a notch above Rob Schneider’s.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Scene by scene his (David Gordon Green’s) new film, Snow Angels, isn’t terrible. Parts of it are amusing, and there are wintry images that eat into the mind. But it’s one of the most disjunctive things I’ve ever sat through.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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City of Men is clunky and often contrived, but there’s something haunting about fatherless boys in a blighted place fumbling to teach themselves what it means to be a man.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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A brisk feminist melodrama that is, historically speaking, a load of wank. It has the feel of a game of “telephone,” in which information is progressively mangled.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The movie has grand (and Grand Guignol) bits and pieces, but despite the hype it’s no big deal. By horror standards, the premise isn’t especially outlandish.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The funniest things in Be Kind Rewind are not the many moments in which Mike and Jerry look like Ed Wood’s worst nightmare, but when the pair finds expedient ways to do for pennies what would take Brett Ratner millions and be less expressive to boot.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Spiderwick. There’s nothing wrong with it that passion and personality couldn’t fix.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The story is hell to follow--the flashbacks aren’t in chronological order--and the nonacting variable.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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For In Bruges to click, McDonagh needed either to get more real or more fake.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It was undoubtedly a great experience for everyone involved, and the show itself might have been a romp. But as a movie, Vince Vaughn’s Wild West Comedy Show makes you think of the days in which troupes that didn’t deliver were run out of town, bullets pinging off their heels.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The 61-year-old Stallone would deserve a measure of respect for pulling Rambo off, appalling as it is, but this Fangoria-worthy circus of horrors also features footage of actual Burmese atrocities.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Most of the movie works because the blonde Weixler has a darling-daffy face (a pinch of Alicia Silverstone, a dollop of Drew Barrymore) and a should-I-or-shouldn’t-I ambivalence about sex that’s part realism, part screwball.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It’s the writer, Diablo Cody, and the director, Jason Reitman, who have screws loose. Or maybe they’re just desperate to make their film a chick "Rushmore" or "Garden State."- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Too often, it’s the MOVIE that isn’t there. What’s meant to be archetypal comes across as superficial.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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A derivative horror picture that somehow rises to the level of a primal scream. The premise is simple, by which I mean both easy to understand and feeble-minded.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Margot at the Wedding doesn’t develop; it just skips from one squirmy scene to the next.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Love it or laugh at it, you will gaze on Southland Tales with awe.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Robert Redford’s Lions for Lambs is the clunkiest, windiest, and roughest of the lot. Most of it is dead on the screen. But its earnestness is so naked that it exerts a strange pull. You have to admire a director who works so diligently to help us rise above all the bad karma.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The film will be huge. It’s busy. It’s kinetic. It’s a treat for kids. But like much of Seinfeld’s work outside his TV show, it’s impersonal. It doesn’t come from anywhere interesting.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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At least the movie never bogs down. But you only get a taste of what made the Clash for a brief period the most exciting band on that side of the Atlantic.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Danny Huston is screamingly funny as the alternately finicky and savage Head Ghoul--he’s like something spewed forth from the bowels of the Politburo. The problem is structural.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The jumping around is as deft as a hippo in a tutu, and the director, Gavin Hood, never finds a rhythm.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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An unholy mixture of the banal and the bombastic.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Hit and miss, but its tone of lyric melancholy is remarkably sustained.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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With all the narration and fits of slow motion, the movie seems like the work of a nervous chain-smoker. It lacks concentration--and with it, the potential for rapture.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Foster’s feminist victimization complex seems to be looping around to meet Nixon and Agnew. Next she’ll be hunting Commies for the FBI.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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As you watch the nannies mistreated and the children left to cry themselves to sleep, the only surprise is that there are no surprises. It’s zombie-land.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The movie should be seen with a large, responsive audience--the better to live with it in the moment instead of worrying about where it’s going.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It’s puffed up in obvious ways but disarmingly puckish in others. As that capering pirate, De Niro is god-awful--yet his gung-ho spirit wins him Brownie points.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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A bearable period chick flick with a self-congratulatory “realistic” conceit.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The Camden 28 is slapdash: more talking heads, reunion footage with the mother reading from her own testimony, newscasts of the day. But the editing supplies some urgency, and the subjects remain radiant yet down-to-earth--too good-humored to be beatific.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The prolific Patrice Leconte takes a break from mythic, life-and-death scenarios with My Best Friend, a sitcom that threatens to take a rockier emotional path before swerving back into the comfy zone. It’s better when it’s threatening, but Leconte knows his audience.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The film is based on a novel by Susan Minot--one of those books where the author doesn't deign to put dialogue in quotation marks for fear of dispelling the dreamlike mood. It works on paper, but Minot, who shares credit for the adaptation with fellow novelist Michael Cunningham, doesn't understand that screenwriting is the art of taking away.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Evan Almighty runs out of comic invention early, and the filmmakers fall back on what real politicians do when they exhaust their small stash of ideas: brainless piety.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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She lip-syncs convincingly to Piaf's songs. Even when she overacts like mad, she makes you think she’s Piaf overacting like mad--the little sparrow with the foghorn pipes.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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If the movie were just these two (Costner/Hurt), bopping around arguing and offing people, it would have been better than the unholy mess it turns into.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It's a rich idea -- a Hartley-esque variation on the theme of American Innocents Abroad. And it works superbly until -- well, Grim's the word.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Baldwin is so good in the coming-of-age gangster drama Brooklyn Rules that it's like watching a voodoo priest.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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If you want proof that Will Ferrell is the most riotously funny straight man since Jack Benny, observe the way his utter sincerity (in the Ralph Bellamy role, as Wendell’s rival for Eva Mendes) lifts this two-ton piece of whimsy into the stratosphere.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The movie isn't a dud: It has exuberant bits and breathtaking (money money money) effects. But it's supposed to be fun and inspirational, and it's too leaden for liftoff.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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I think of Waitress as an overstuffed, overcooked pie--too ungainly to eat all of, too generous to pass up, too heartbreaking to contemplate for long.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Scene by scene, Jindabyne has dramatic force, but it's an awfully long slog. Carver's smartest tactic was never outstaying his welcome.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Devor doesn't endorse horse-on-man sex, but he does attempt--with sympathy--to account for the appeal.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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If "Psycho" and "Peeping Tom" are the seminal killer-as-voyeur movies, Vacancy is the nasty little runt offspring with no other purpose in life but to gnaw on you.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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This is the first big-studio action picture with some of the disgusted, bloody nihilism of the post-Vietnam era.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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This is familiar terrain jazzed up by unfamiliar voices--principally Terrence Howard and his high-pitched, singsong drawl. You don't quite know what he's thinking; he might even be demented. But he keeps you watching and guessing.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The film is slick when it needs to be raw, tidy when it needs to sprawl, and amorphous when it needs to focus.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Working in a mini-genre whose bones would appear to have been picked clean by the likes of Kevin Williamson and Wes Craven, Glosserman and Stieve find a few pints of fresh blood.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Avenue Montaigne would be difficult to stomach if it weren't so light and uninsistent, and if its actors weren't so charming. I still rolled my eyes--but sometimes I do that when I get a really good croissant.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Hannibal Rising is basically a Steven Seagal vigilante movie with a hero who eats the people he kills. At least it's ecofriendly.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The decomposition of the soul is the goal of a Stasi incarceration, the promised end for an enemy of the state, and there is something about the movie’s pacing--the silences, the drone of the narration ("The name of your enemy is hope?…?")--that wears you down.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The Situation is, to put it kindly, a spotty piece of work. The script is by Wendell Steavenson, a reporter who seems to know everything about Iraq and next to nothing about screenwriting. The dialogue is flat, and the actors almost never rise above it.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Miss Potter hardly deserves ridicule. It's sweet with lovely Lake District vistas and a heartfelt endorsement of land conservation. It will certainly play well with older audiences and the kind of adolescent girls who draw faces in their O's.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It was probably hopeless from the start: The Warhol cosmos is too weird and complicated to lend itself to a conventional Hollywood biopic, and this one is conventional down to Warhol's first glimpse of his future "superstar" bouncing up and down vivaciously in tacky slow motion.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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I know I'm going to bring down the room by saying I think it's just okay. Well, Jennifer Hudson is more than okay.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Steven Soderbergh is usually an inspired chameleon, perfectly suiting his style to his content. But The Good German is an ambitious miss...It's all very beautiful, high-minded, and remote.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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This is an ambitious midlife-crisis movie that valiantly weaves together big themes, among them the nagging guilt of the successful, wealthy artist.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The movie would be more bearable without the unyielding score by Clint Mansell, which somehow melds the worst of Minimalism, art rock, and New Age music. It's what you'd hear if your massage therapist wanted to induce a stroke.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It gets the job done and then some, but it's ugly and clumsily shaped, and every scene is there to rack up sociological points.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Despite the clunkiness, Estevez's commitment to his father's generation’s idealism (and its murder) commands respect.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The tall, cool Kidman works hard to impersonate a woman possessed, but she's not the type of actress to fill in a role that hasn't been filled in on paper.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Except for a screamingly funny climax in which he attempts to kidnap Pamela Anderson (who reportedly wasn't in on the joke), I found the Borat feature (directed by Larry Charles, who does similar duties on "Curb Your Enthusiasm") depressing; and the paroxysms of the audience reinforced the feeling that I was watching a bearbaiting or pigsticking.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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In their last collaboration, "21 Grams," the director Alejandro González Iñárritu and screenwriter Guillermo Arriaga did syntactical acrobatics to disguise what a dreary and exploitive little soap opera they’d made. Their new movie, Babel, is more mysterious and less coherent.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The tit-for-tat scenario ought to be wildly entertaining, but the magic is crude, the characters flyweight, and the story protracted and unpleasant.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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An unusually powerful mess, a broad satire of suburban self-indulgence with little in the way of a consistent style, and with a character who's serious business: a convicted child molester.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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As Willie Stark, Sean Penn demonstrates how a great Method actor can make the world’s most unconvincing rabble-rouser.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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A frightening, infuriating, yet profoundly compassionate documentary about the indoctrination of children by the Evangelical right.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The Science of Sleep transports you, but it strands you, too. Apart from the time-machine bit and two or three other daft exchanges, Gondry’s scenes tend to circle around the same drain: the hero’s insufferable narcissism.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It's a stilted thing--overstylized and inexpressive, like high-school kids playing dress-up, or bad Kabuki.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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With the transformation of Al Franken from comedian to activist, Nick Doob and Chris Hegedus stumbled onto a good subject, but in the documentary Al Franken: God Spoke, they stumble around in it.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Reeves had an easy but peppy presence that was very likable, and Affleck's moroseness doesn't do him justice...and it doesn't help that Adrien Brody--as the film's other protagonist, a burnt-out gumshoe--is more actorish than the supposed actor.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Idlewild is diverting enough to suggest all the unexplored avenues in movie musicals.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It's the worm set pieces that rule, as our hero must carry out a dare to eat ten worms ten ways between sunup and sundown.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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A true story of courage and survival, yes. But viewing the destruction of the World Trade Center--in a film called World Trade Center--through this kind of prism represents a distinctly Hollywood brand of tunnel vision.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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