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Patch Adams:
"There should be a special room in Hell where the makers of films like "Patch Adams" are sent. There they will be force-fed treacle through a funnel and made to endure lectures from the morally superior.
For that is exactly the experience they are selling in this movie, which pretends to be about humanizing medicine but is really about canonizing Robin Williams."
Tomb Raider:
"Some movies have no subtext; this one has no text. It has no anything – I couldn't even convince myself that it was there, though I was in a theater for 92 minutes and have no other explanation for the lost time. It's a vapor, a chimera, a gossamer. It certainly has no performances, because of course it has no characters; it has no plot, except as a dim pretext to set up the occasional slaughter-violence so beloved of the video gamer generation; it has no emotion, because nothing is at stake and nothing is real. I would say it has no soul, except nothing these days has much soul, so what's the point?"
Leathel Weapon 4:
"Among the SIG-Sauers and AK-47s and Colts and Berettas and Smith & Wessons that decorate "Lethal Weapon IV," the most lethal weapon of all turns out to be the script.
This curious document must have been written on one side of a postcard using a very fat red crayon. That's about the amount of story the movie contains, and I know it was a fat crayon because there are four people listed in the writing and story credits and it must have taken all of them to maneuver it through those complicated zig-zaggy letters like "w" and "x."
Swordfish:
"Swordfish," then, is the almost pitch-perfect modern thriller. That's not to say it's good, since "good" and "bad," as concepts, have no place in the same sentence with "Swordfish." Nor does "sense" or "restraint" or "humanity"..."
Freddy Got Fingered:
"Yes, I know whom he is married to. Yes, I know he is still famous on MTV. Yes, I know he had cancer in a nasty spot. That's fine, but this fellow is simply not ready to make a movie for a major American studio, and may never be. He has no skills. He has no gifts. He has no instincts. He has no resources. He knows nothing about story structure, comedy construction, visual humor, jokes, punch lines, satire, parody or any other comic art. He only has his peculiar species of nerve, which evidently some grown-up who should have known better confused with ability."
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