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#Cinema | The Tyranny of the Tomatometer: How Aggregated Scores Are Killing Cinema Going

There was a time — not that long ago — when moviegoing required curiosity.

You read a few critics, maybe listened to a friend’s recommendation, and decided whether to spend two hours in the dark discovering something new.

Today, that act of discovery has largely been replaced by a single number. Before many people even consider seeing a film, they glance at a percentage on Rotten Tomatoes, or a numerical score on Metacritic. If the number is high, the film is deemed worth watching. If it is low, it might as well not exist.

The result is one of the most profound — and least discussed — transformations in the modern film industry.

Review aggregation has quietly reshaped the way audiences choose movies, the way studios finance them, and even the kinds of films that get made. In the process, it has flattened audience taste, suffocated mid-budget filmmaking, and helped create the blockbuster monoculture that now dominates cinema.

The Reduction of Criticism to a Number

Film criticism once thrived on disagreement. One critic might celebrate a bold experiment while another dismissed it as indulgent. That tension created a conversation around movies.

Aggregators ended that conversation by reducing criticism to arithmetic. On Rotten Tomatoes, reviews are translated into a simple binary: “fresh” or “rotten.” The site’s famous Tomatometer then calculates the percentage of critics who gave a positive review.

In practice, this system erases nuance. A film that receives dozens of mildly positive reviews can achieve a dazzling 90% score, even if no critic thought it was particularly great. Meanwhile, a polarizing masterpiece that divides critics — half loving it, half hating it —might end up with a mediocre score.

The number becomes the narrative.

And because audiences increasingly rely on that number to decide what to watch, a film’s reputation is often determined before the public has even seen it.

The Self-Fulfilling Prophecy of Success

Hollywood has noticed. In fact, studios have been obsessing over Rotten Tomatoes scores for years.

The industry’s anxiety became obvious during the summer of 2017, when several heavily marketed films opened far below expectations after receiving poor Tomatometer scores. Studios privately blamed Rotten Tomatoes for undermining their marketing campaigns, while highly rated films like Wonder Woman benefited from glowing scores and exceeded expectations at the box office.

Films are now judged almost instantly by their aggregated scores. A low rating can create a perception of failure before opening weekend even begins. A high rating can generate momentum and headlines. Either way, the number becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Once audiences internalize the logic of the score, they begin to behave accordingly: avoiding films with bad numbers and flocking to those with good ones.

The Crushing of the Mid-Budget Film


Kristen Stewart and Andrew Garfield on the red carpet at the Independent Spirit Awards ceremony

The biggest casualty of this culture is the mid-budget movie — the $20-$60 million drama, thriller, or adult comedy that once formed the backbone of Hollywood.

These films depend heavily on word-of-mouth and critical reception. That means they are far more vulnerable to aggregated scores than massive franchise films with huge marketing budgets. In fact, research suggests Rotten Tomatoes has a greater effect on smaller or independent movies than on major blockbusters.

For a mid-budget film, a weak score can be fatal. It discourages audiences from giving the movie a chance and convinces studios that similar projects are too risky.

The lesson Hollywood has absorbed is simple: if audiences are choosing movies based on numbers, studios should make films that are least likely to receive negative numbers.

The safest way to do that is to make movies audiences already know.

Sequels. Franchises. Superheroes.
The Homogenization of Taste

Aggregated scores quietly reshape the psychology of moviegoers themselves.

When audiences use a single metric to choose entertainment, they gravitate toward consensus. The safest choice becomes the one everyone else appears to like.

Over time, this process homogenizes the marketplace. Films that aim for broad approval — competent, inoffensive entertainment — perform better in aggregated scoring systems than films that take risks or challenge viewers.

The result is a feedback loop: audiences follow the scores, studios follow the audiences, and the entire system rewards safe mediocrity.

Gaming the System

Once numbers became powerful, the temptation was to manipulate them.

Studios now carefully manage early screenings to influence aggregated scores. Positive early reactions can create a high initial rating that attracts audiences before more critical reviews appear. In some cases, marketing campaigns have even tried to boost a film’s rating by selectively promoting favorable critics or delaying negative reviews.

Meanwhile, user scores on sites like Metacritic and Rotten Tomatoes can be distorted by organized campaigns known as “review bombing,” where groups flood a site with extreme ratings for political or cultural reasons unrelated to the film itself.

When the system becomes a battlefield of manipulated numbers, the illusion of objectivity collapses.

Yet the numbers remain.

Cinema as Data

Perhaps the most troubling consequence of aggregation culture is philosophical.

Cinema is an art form built on subjectivity. The experience of a film is deeply personal —shaped by mood, taste, memory, and emotion. Turning that experience into a percentage suggests a false precision.

And so cinema — one of the most expressive art forms ever invented — has been reduced to a metric.

Rediscovering Curiosity

The tragedy is not that Rotten Tomatoes and Metacritic exist. Aggregating reviews can be useful. The tragedy is how completely those scores have come to dominate the conversation.

A score should be the beginning of exploration, not the final verdict.

If the future of cinema is decided by percentages alone, the industry will continue drifting toward the safest, most predictable movies imaginable.

And the next generation of great films — the strange, polarizing, risky ones that critics initially disagree about — may never get the chance to exist.
The tyranny of the Tomatometer is not just changing how we judge movies.

It is quietly changing which movies get made at all.

VIFF 44’s Galas & Special Presentations Programme, Pt. 3

Today on VanRamblings we wrap up our look for the week at the Galas and Special Presentations programme set to screen between Thursday, October 2nd and 12th, as part of the Vancouver International Film Festival’s 44th annual edition.

By clicking on the underlined titles below, you will be taken to the VIFF web page for the film, providing you with the opportunity to purchase tickets, if you wish.

Orphan. Set in the aftermath of the 1956 Hungarian Uprising, Orphan is the heart-wrenching and ultra-realist latest from Oscar-winning filmmaker László Nemes (Son of Saul, VIFF#34, 2016 Oscar for Best International Feature Film). Set amongst the ruins of the violently suppressed Hungarian Revolution of 1956, in which thousands of anguished citizens challenged the USSR-backed dictatorship and were met with Soviet tanks and troops, the resultant violence and high death tolls led to nearly a quarter of a million Hungarians fleeing the country.

Living with his stoic and forbearing mother, Klára (Andrea Waskovics), in Budapest, Andor (12-year-old newcomer Bojtorján Barabas) is desperately searching for his identity. Although 11 years have passed since the liberation of the camps, his father has not returned. The family of two are members of the close-knit Jewish community, which — under the thumb of the Axis-aligned regime that preceded Soviet occupation — languished at the best of times and at the worst times disappeared. Although settled in their historic family home, they are under close observation by the current regime, which suspects their connection to at-large members of what remains of the underground resistance. Meanwhile, the family receives visits from Berend Mihály (Grégory Gadebois), a pompous and brutish man from the nearby countryside, linked to Klára’s mysterious past, who Andor begins to suspect holds the key to the true story of his mother’s survival during World War II.

Not to be missed.

Thursday, October 2nd
8:45 pm
Fifth Avenue Cinemas
Saturday, October 4th
6:30 pm
Cineplex International Village 9

Jay Kelly. Noam Baumbach’s latest is about a man (George Clooney) looking back at his life and reflecting on the choices, the sacrifices, the successes, the mistakes he’s made. When is it too late to change the course of our lives? Jay Kelly is an actor and as such the movie is about identity. How we perform ourselves. Who are we as parents, children, friends, professionals? Are we good? Are we bad? What is the gap between who we’ve decided we are and who we might actually be? What makes a life? Jay Kelly is about what it means to be yourself.

Jay Kelly follows famous movie actor Jay Kelly and his devoted manager Ron (Adam Sandler) as they embark on a whirlwind and unexpectedly profound journey through Europe. Along the way, both men are forced to confront the choices they’ve made, the relationships with their loved ones, and the legacies they’ll leave behind. A lock for multiple Oscar nominations. Another VIFF must-see.

Friday, October 10th
5:30 pm
Vancouver Playhouse

Sirât. Sergi López plays Luis, a man desperately searching for his missing daughter Marina throughout the harsh southern deserts of Morocco, along with his young son Esteban (Bruno Núñez Arjona) and their dog Pipa. At the film’s beginning — a pulsating open-air rave — the trio drifts through throngs of entranced and sweaty partygoers, handing out flyers with photos. As soldiers move in to shut down the festivities, father and son follow and ultimately join a motley bunch of roving ravers (memorably played by non-professionals) who set out in their van in search of the next party — and hopefully Marina — as hints of impending war multiply.

With swirling dust storms and solar flashes alighting the cinematic landscapes — all stunningly enhanced by director of photography Mauro Herce’s exquisite Super 16mm — and an award-winning, low end–heavy score by techno stalwart Kangding Ray, the gruelling expedition increasingly transforms into a sensorial and hypnotic experience that tests physical and psychological limits.

Simultaneously explosive and introspective — a film in which spirituality and altered states of consciousness exist alongside raw, sober humanity — Sirât, which means “path” in Arabic, explores the ways loss, grief, and violence can imbue life with both intensity and clarity. While many have evoked Mad Max, Zabriskie Point, and The Wages of Fear as cinematic touchstones, the film emerges cult-ready from the singular vision of Laxe, known for his mystical sensibility in probing truths.

The above capsule written by Andrea Picard for TIFF 50, which begins next week.

Friday, October 3rd
9:15 pm
Vancouver Playhouse
Sunday, October 12th
6:45 pm
The Rio Theatre

VanRamblings will be back next week to provide further insight into the breadth and depth of this year’s 44th annual Vancouver International Film Festival.

#Cinema | Ageless Auteurs Veteran Directors Set The Standard in Hollywood


81-year-old Academy Award winning American director Martin Scorcese

In an industry often perceived as dominated by youth and the next big thing, the continuing contributions of directors over 65 years of age are a testament to the timeless nature of cinematic storytelling.

Far from being sidelined, these seasoned filmmakers bring a depth of experience, wisdom, and a unique perspective that enriches the cinematic landscape.

Hollywood and global cinema alike benefit immensely from their ongoing work, as they challenge the norms and push creative boundaries well into their later years.

Mark Twain once quipped, “Age is a case of mind over matter. If you don’t mind it, it doesn’t matter.”

When you consider the work of acclaimed American director Martin Scorsese, age certainly isn’t making a difference.

After landing 10 Oscar nominations for last year’s historical crime epic Killers of the Flower Moon, the 81-year-old director has mapped out his next several projects. Sources say he plans to shoot two films back to back: the first about Jesus, the second a Frank Sinatra biopic.

Scorsese isn’t the only director from the over-75 set who is doing some of his most ambitious work.


Adam Driver and Nathalie Emmanuel star in Francis Ford Coppola’s new film, Megalopolis

The Cannes competition lineup this year featured three of his compatriots: 85-year-old Francis Ford Coppola (with Megalopolis), 81-year-old Canadian director David Cronenberg (The Shrouds), and 77-year-old Paul Schrader (Oh, Canada).

Their productive later years are remarkable considering Hollywood hasn’t always been kind to aging auteurs — Billy Wilder (Some Like It Hot, The Apartment), for instance, spent his final two decades struggling to get one more movie produced.

“I’m sure most artists want to keep working, but sometimes you’re not fortunate enough, lucky enough, good enough to stay in the arena,” Schrader, who wrote the screenplay for Scorsese’s seminal 1976 film Taxi Driver, told journalists at Cannes.

“And if you don’t have that creative motivation, you’re just gonna get called out as an emblem of something that used to be. But I had to keep working. I had some COVID health problems, and every time I thought that I might die, I would get a new idea.”

At 86, Ridley Scott is literally staying in the arena.


86-year-old British director Ridley Scott readies for the release of a sequel to his 2000 film, Gladiator

Footage from his long-awaited return to the Colosseum for a Gladiator sequel emerged as a favourite at CinemaCon this year, where Paramount showed epic scenes to movie theatre executives, dominating the headlines out of Las Vegas.

Perhaps because Scott continues to work with top-notch below-the-line crew members, the swords-and-sandals saga, which stars Paul Mescal and Denzel Washington, looked more finished seven months ahead of its November 22 release than some superhero tentpoles on opening night.

“Ridley Scott is the master of creating the kinds of movie spectacles that the cinematic experience was created for and is among the most tenacious and vibrant auteurs working today,” Paramount CEO Brian Robbins told the crowd at the April 11 presentation. Robbins told those gathered that he will be working with Scott on his next movie, a Bee Gees biopic for Paramount.


77-year-old celebrated American director, Steven Spielberg, readies to film his next movie

For his part, Steven Spielberg, at age 77, is also staying busy. Spielberg is reportedly already at work on his next project, a UFO film based on his own original idea. David Koepp is writing the screenplay, sources say.

But maybe no feat of career longevity is as impressive as that of Clint Eastwood.
The 93-year-old director just wrapped postproduction on Juror No. 2.

Insiders say Warner Bros. is thrilled by what it has seen of the Nicholas Hoult thriller about a murder trial juror who realizes he may be at fault for the victim’s death. If the film is ultimately embraced, that will offer a fitting plot twist considering several studios passed on the low-risk, low-budget film.


Clint Eastwood began his career in Hollywood in 1954, 70 years ago this year. And he’s still active!

Even at 93, Eastwood should never be counted out.


87-year-old British auteur Ken Loach’s latest film, The Old Oak — released earlier this year — has emerged as one of VanRamblings’ favourite films of 2024. A must-watch. Available On Demand.

Across the Atlantic, British director Ken Loach, 87, remains a powerful voice in cinema. Renowned for his socially conscious films, Loach’s most recent work, The Old Oak won accolades at Cannes in May, the title referring to the last pub standing in a once thriving mining village in northern England, a gathering space for a community that has fallen on hard times.

Other notable directors of an age …

Margarethe von Trotta, 81. The leading New German Cinema director just released her latest, Ingeborg Bachmann — Journey Into the Desert.

Werner Herzog, 81. The acclaimed German director has been making films since the 1960s.

Stephen Frears, 82. The British director of The Queen and Dangerous Liaisons, released The Lost King earlier this year.

Brian De Palma, 83. The Untouchables and Carrie director is in pre-production for his next film, Sweet Vengeance, a murder mystery.


Master Japanese filmmaker, and co-founder of Studio Ghibli, 82-years-young Hayao Miyazaki

In Japan, Hayao Miyazaki, co-founder of Studio Ghibli, at 82, is once again coming out of retirement to direct How Do You Live?

Miyazaki’s films, characterized by their imaginative storytelling and profound emotional depth, have left an indelible mark on animation and global cinema. Miyazaki’s return to filmmaking is eagerly anticipated by fans worldwide, underscoring the lasting impact of his creative genius.

The continued success of these directors challenges ageist assumptions within the industry and society at large.

Their work exemplifies how experience can enhance artistic expression, offering rich, nuanced narratives that often elude younger filmmakers. Moreover, their ability to adapt to technological advancements and changing audience tastes underscores their relevance in a rapidly evolving industry.

These directors also serve as mentors and role models, guiding the next generation of filmmakers. Their careers offer valuable lessons in perseverance, adaptability, and the relentless pursuit of excellence. The stories they tell and the methods they employ reflect decades of accumulated knowledge and insights, providing a treasure trove of learning for aspiring directors.

In a broader sense, the ongoing contributions of directors over 65 highlight the importance of diversity in storytelling.

Just as the industry has made strides toward greater inclusivity in terms of race, gender, and sexuality, recognizing and valuing the contributions of older filmmakers is crucial. The work of elder directors adds richness and diversity to the cinematic tapestry, ensuring that film remains a medium that reflects the full spectrum of human experience.

Stories of a Life | Redux | Jude, Megan and Me | Movies | 80s and 90s

Cinema | Megan and Jude Tomlin, and their dad, love cinema, love the movies, stories of a life

Film has always been a central, organizing force in my relationship with both my daughter, Megan, and my son, Jude.

Our collective love of the cinema, attending film festivals and discussing what we saw following the various screenings we attended (usually at the Fresgo Inn on Davie, which was alive no matter the time of night or early morning) was, over the years, a central feature of our relationship — the relationship between son and daughter, and dad — that allowed us to delve deep into discussions of the meaning of life, and our collective responsibility to work towards creating a fairer and more just world for everyone.

Heart and deep caring for humanity was at the centre of our love of film, and at the centre of our loving familial relationship, informing the choices we made about how we would conduct ourselves in the world, and the projects and causes to which we would devote our time and our energies.

In the 1980s, when Cathy and I were going through a rancorous divorce, film brought us together.

When in Seattle — which we visited frequently, always staying on the non-smoking 33rd floor of the Weston twin towers — in 1984, we took in a screening of Garry Marshall’s The Flamingo Kid — the story of a working class boy (Matt Dillon) who takes a summer job at a beach resort and learns valuable life lessons.

Megan was seven years of age, and Jude 9 — both were uncertain about the efficacy of our trip south (without their mother’s permission — we called her upon arriving at our hotel), but the screening alleviated and, finally, repaired any of their concerns, and all went well that weekend. Fortuitously, too, upon our return, the divorce proceedings inexplicably moved forward into a more reasonable and thoughtful direction, reflective of all our collective concerns.

Whenever there was “trouble” in our relationship — generated, most usually, by their mother — film served to salve the wounds of dysfunction, allowing us to find our collective centre while healing the wounds that rent all of our lives during a decade-long, million dollar custody dispute.

Film spoke to us, made us better, took us out of the drudgery of our too often protean daily and, more often, troubled lives, and engaged us while putting our lives into a broader and more human scale perspective. Never once was there a film that we saw together when we didn’t come out of the screening feeling more whole, and more at one with ourselves and the world.

Such was true, at the screenings of Glenn Close and John Malkovich’s Dangerous Liaisons over the holiday period in 1988, or months later at the screening of Kevin Costner’s Field of Dreams, which we took in at the Oakridge Theatre, a favourite and comforting cinema haunt of ours.

When Megan wanted some “alone time” with me, it almost always revolved around watching a film together, although as Megan matured (and as her love for film matured), Megan made it plain that she was present in the theatre to watch the film, not “share time” with me, choosing always to sit in a whole other section of the theatre (it drove her crazy in the times that we were sitting together in a theatre that I would check in occasionally with her, looking at her to determine how she felt about the film — talking during a film was an unforgivable sin, so that was never going to happen).

Some days, Megan would call and say, “Dad, take me to a film.”

And because I was a film critic at the time, and had a pass to attend at any cinema in North America, off the two of us would traipse to see Kathy Bates’ Fried Green Tomatoes (1991) or Johnny Depp’s Benny & Joon (1993) at the old 12-theatre complex downstairs in the Royal Centre mall.

Other times, post dinner and after Megan had finished her homework, I’d say to Megan out of the blue, “I’m heading out to attend a screening of a film. Do you want to come along with me?” Megan would ponder my question for a moment before asking, “Which film?”

In 1991, one very long film screening we attended was Kevin Costner’s directorial début, Dances With Wolves, about which we knew nothing other than it starred one of our favourite actors, and off the two of us went.

At screening’s end (Megan and I actually sat together at this particular screening, which took place in the huge Granville 7 Cinema 7, because the preview theatre screening room was just packed), Megan turned to me, and said, “Dad, I knew this was going to be a great film.” And it was. “And, you know what else? It’s going to pick up a raft of Oscars this year, too, and be considered one of the, if not the best, films of the year.”

Jude and Megan also attended film festival screenings with me.

Almost inevitably, Vancouver International Film Festival founder, and co-owner of Festival Cinemas Leonard Schein was present with his wife Barbara, and at a screening’s end, Megan would make her way over to wherever Leonard and Barbara were sitting to enquire of him whether or not he intended to book the film into either the Varsity, Park or Starlight.

Following screenings of Neil Jordan’s 1992 putative multiple Oscar award winner, The Crying Game or, that same year, Baz Luhrmann’s Strictly Ballroom, Megan marched over to Leonard, and asked him boldfacedly, “What do you think?”

When Leonard indicated that he thought the films were not quite his cup of tea, that both films would have difficulty finding an audience, and that it was unlikely he’d be booking either film into one of his cinemas, Megan lit into Leonard with a passion and a vehemence I had rarely observed coming from her, saying …

“Are you out of your mind? Strictly Ballroom and The Crying Game are wonderful films, and just the sort of films that not only should you book, but that you MUST book — these are both groundbreaking films that will only serve to reinforce your reputation as an arts cinema impresario, but will also make you a tonne of money, and we all know that you’re all about the money. Either you book these films into The Varsity, or believe me when I tell you that there’ll be hell to pay when you see me next.”

And with that, Megan marched off.

At the 1990 Vancouver International Film Festival, I’d caught a screening of Whit Stillman’s directorial début, Metropolitan, in preview, and knew that this would be a film Megan would just love (and be astounded by, at the revelation of one of the characters, mid-film).

I made arrangements to pick Megan up from University Hill Secondary at 3pm sharp on the day of the festival screening, we drove downtown, found a parking spot, and rushed over to The Studio Cinema on Granville to catch the 4pm screening of Metropolitan — which as I had predicted, Megan loved.

In early December 1993, on a particularly chilly and overcast day, at 10am in Cinema 2 at the Granville 7 theatre complex, I caught a screening of Jonathan Demme’s groundbreaking new film, Philadelphia — a film about which I knew little, and a film that knocked me out (along with the handful of film critics in attendance at the theatre for the screening).

Emerging from the theatre just after noon, making my way onto Granville, I looked for the nearest telephone in order that I might call Megan at school.

I called the office at University Hill Secondary, and asked them to find Megan and bring her to the phone. When Megan asked, “Dad, is everything all right?”, I told her about the film I had just seen, and that when it opened in January, I wanted to take her and Jude to a screening at the Granville 7. We talked about the film for a few minutes, with her saying about 10 minutes in, “I’m holding up the school phone, and calls coming in. Let’s get together after school. Come and pick me up, and we can continue our conversation. I’ll see you then, Dad. I love you.”

There are gifts we give our children. From my parents, it was what would emerge as a lifelong love for country music. For Jude and Megan, my gift was a love of music, a love of the ballet, and an abiding love for film.