David Denby
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47% higher than the average critic
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1% same as the average critic
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52% lower than the average critic
On average, this critic grades 0.8 points higher than other critics.
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David Denby's Scores
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| Average review score: | 66 | |
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| Highest review score: | Before the Devil Knows You're Dead | |
| Lowest review score: | Wild Wild West | |
Score distribution:
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Positive: 375 out of 633
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Mixed: 212 out of 633
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Negative: 46 out of 633
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- David Denby
Has its satirical charms, but it repeats itself remorselessly, and it has no emotional center. We are so distant from Val that when he gets his sight back we don't feel a thing. [20 May 2002, p.114]- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
A Serious Man, like “Burn After Reading,” is in their bleak, black, belittling mode, and it’s hell to sit through.- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
The Grand Budapest Hotel is no more than mildly funny. It produces murmuring titters rather than laughter -- the sound of viewers affirming their own acumen in so reliably getting the joke. [10 March 2014, p.78]- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
I'm more than ready to welcome a new style and a new metaphysic, but I still respond with skepticism and exasperation to Weerasethakul's work, which is sensuous and ruminative but also flat, almost affectless. [28 March 2011, p. 116]- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
Seen now, the picture is ludicrous, pointless, and stirring all at once.- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
Holy Motors is full of larks and jolts, but the movie is so self-referential that it's mainly aroused by itself. The audience, though eager to be pleased, is left unsatisfied. [22 Oct. 2012, p.88]- The New Yorker
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The Dark Knight is hardly routine--it has a kicky sadism in scene after scene, which keeps you on edge and sends you out onto the street with post-movie stress disorder.- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
Cool, violent, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Gosling reprises his inexorable-loner routine from “Drive.” Cianfrance and the screenwriters Ben Coccio and Darius Marder wrote thirty-seven drafts of the script, but gave him almost nothing to say. He rides, he smokes, he knocks over banks, he loves his baby, and that’s it.- The New Yorker
- Posted Mar 25, 2013
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- David Denby
A shapeless mess, but at least it’s not as monotonous as “Kill Bill Vol. 1.” [19 & 26 April 2004, p. 202]- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
The movie is so discreet and respectful that, outside the classroom, within whose walls the glory of French literature and language triumph, it never quite comes to life. [16 April 2012, p. 86]- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
As an evocation of danger, the movie seems threatening yet is nowhere near serious or intelligent enough to satisfy our current sense of alarm. [3 June 2002, p. 100]- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
A very strange, often terrible affair that is nevertheless mesmerizing, in a limited way.- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
It would be lovely to announce that the new Bond movie is scintillating, or at least rambunctiously exciting, but Skyfall, in the recent mode of Christopher Nolan's "Batman" films, is a gloomy, dark action thriller, and almost completely without the cynical playfulness that drew us to the series in the first place. [12 Nov. 2012, p.94]- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
This Kong is high-powered entertainment, but Jackson pushes too hard and loses momentum over the more than three hours of the movie. The story was always a goofy fable--that was its charm--and a well-told fable knows when to stop.- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
Pretty much a miscalculation from beginning to end. [26 Nov. 2012, p.87]- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
Unfortunately, it's also maddeningly repetitive, and dependent on the kind of strained English whimsy that leaves your throat sore from laughter that dies in the glottal region.- The New Yorker
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Second-rate bawdiness--that is, bawdiness without the wit of Boccaccio or Shakespeare or even Tom Stoppard--is more infantile than funny, and I’m not sure that the American playwright Jeffrey Hatcher, who concocted this piece for the stage and then adapted it into a movie, is even second-rate.- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
[Downey] can make offhandedness mesmerizing, even soulful; he passes through the key moments in this cloddish story as if he were ad-libbing his inner life.- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
The two characters are ciphers, and the script, which Sachs co-wrote with Mauricio Zacharias, is by turns underwritten or banal.- The New Yorker
- Posted Sep 4, 2012
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- David Denby
Off the dance floor, however, Black Swan is trashy and incoherent. Aronofsky, for all his gifts, is a gaudy maestro, opportunistic and insecure as an artist.- The New Yorker
- Posted Dec 6, 2010
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- David Denby
The memoir is strongly written, and I wish that the movie, directed by John Curran (Marion Nelson did the adaptation), had more excitement to it.- The New Yorker
- Posted Sep 22, 2014
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- David Denby
The battle scenes are extraordinarily mucky and violent, but here, as in Tavernier's "Let Joy Reign Supreme," the intricate protocols of aristocratic sexual passion are the most startling elements. The movie, however, is opaque at its center. [25 April, 2011 p. 89]- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
The movie won't do much for anyone who doesn't have an academic or fanboy absorption in junk.- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
An obscene, ridiculous, and occasionally very funny movie, and if it ever gets to the Middle East it will roil the falafel tables on both sides of the Arab-Israeli divide.- The New Yorker
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- David Denby
In this movie, Phoenix turns himself inside out, but Cotillard’s reserved performance doesn’t move us. Bruno advances in his confused way, Ewa resists, and, despite Jeremy Renner’s flickering presence, the movie becomes dour and repetitive. Looking at them, you finally think, Enough! Life must be elsewhere.- The New Yorker
- Posted May 12, 2014
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- David Denby
Yet, despite the good acting, the middle section of the film, set at the Capitol, is attenuated and rhythmless — the filmmakers seem to be touching all the bases so that the trilogy’s readers won’t miss anything.- The New Yorker
- Posted Nov 25, 2013
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- David Denby
The scenery, of course, could stop the heart of a mountain goat, and Wild has an admirable heroine, but the movie itself often feels literal-minded rather than poetic, busy rather than sublime, eager to communicate rather than easily splendid.- The New Yorker
- Posted Dec 1, 2014
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- David Denby
The Wolf of Wall Street is a fake. It’s meant to be an exposé of disgusting, immoral, corrupt, obscene behavior, but it’s made in such an exultant style that it becomes an example of disgusting, obscene filmmaking. It’s actually a little monotonous; spectacular, and energetic beyond belief, but monotonous in the way that all burlesques become monotonous after a while.- The New Yorker
- Posted Dec 18, 2013
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