For 3,957 reviews, this publication has graded:
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On average, this publication grades 0.6 points lower than other critics.
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Average Movie review score: 64
| Highest review score: | Hell or High Water | |
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| Lowest review score: | Daddy's Home 2 |
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Séraphine is one of the most evocative films about an artist I've ever seen--and in its treatment of madness one of the least condescending.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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David Edelstein
By all means, see Up in its 3-D incarnation: The cliff drops are vertiginous, and the scores of balloons--bunched into the shape of one giant balloon--are as pluckable as grapes.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It will resonate with anyone who has ever buried a loved one and struggled to reconcile the myriad emotions--grief, anger, helplessness. Which is to say, everyone. And yet out of this premise comes glop. Departures needed a little more work in the morgue--like cutting to the bone.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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David Edelstein
Pontypool doesn't jell--its pretensions way exceed its reach--yet it's madly suggestive, and it rekindled my affection for the genre.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Most of the dialogue is listless, and no matter how much Soderbergh snips and stitches, the movie is a corpse with twitching limbs.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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With McG's migraine-inducing jerky-cam and monochromatic palette (livened only by splotches of rust), Terminator Salvation puts the numb in numskull.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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A shapely, stylish, white-knuckle horror-thriller that hits its marks with blood and thunder. It stinks to heaven, too, but it isn't lame. The streets of Rome haven't run this red since the Inquisition.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Hats off to Olivier Assayas's plain yet hauntingly beautiful Summer Hours, a true--albeit nonsecular--meditation on art and eternal life.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Abrams and his writers (Roberto Orci and Alex Kurtzman) have come up with a way to make you dig the souped-up new scenery while pining for the familiar--a good thing.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The movie is a noble enterprise, and Downey is stupendous as usual, but Joe Wright's direction is too slick to elicit much feeling.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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No filmmaker I know has gotten as close to a professional athlete as James Toback gets to Mike Tyson in his new documentary.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It's tricky, it's surprising, and it's largely faithful to the original mini-series, but in context it's a nonevent. It's like a time bomb that's never dismantled but never explodes. The movie is good enough that the ending leaves you … not angry, exactly. Unfulfilled.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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What I can't accept is that the stringy, insipidly earnest teen idol Zac Efron would grow up to be the defensively ironic, twisty-faced Matthew Perry.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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If you're in the mood for a liberal message movie in which the only surprise is no surprise, American Violet is the ticket.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The documentary is solid as … as … an anvil. And if you can forget Spinal Tap (hard), it's also rather touching the way these 50-year-olds still have the forged-in-fire fortitude.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Observe and Report is the rare "action-comedy" (almost always a muddled hybrid) that earns its cathartic climax. The blood is real because the psychosis is real. But somehow--the magic of comedy--it's also uproarious.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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What makes the movie such an unexpectedly potent little number is that Adventureland comes to stand for Stagnationland; the real roller coaster (i.e., life) is just outside the park.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Hopelessly amateurish, the troupe is saved by a remarkably pretty young blonde called Douce with a sweet soprano to match her angel face. The gifted, unknown actress-singer who plays her, Nora Arnezeder, also saves the movie, which would otherwise blur into a mass of droopy, mustached, big-honkered Gallic character actors.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Like his protagonist, Bahrani never gives up on William; his camera never stops probing. He loves West's face, and he honors its mystery.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The documentary has its roots in a monologue in which the "guest of Cindy Sherman" (what H-O's place-card read at a gala) stood up for his personhood and made himself the center of the story—only there's NO STORY, not even insight into what made this unlikely couple click. Remove the boldface names and there's no movie; that center does not hold.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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I Love You, Man is totally formulaic, but the formula is unnervingly (and hilariously) inside out.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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Duplicity is deeply shallow--cheap reversals all the way down. But it's a passably amusing brainteaser.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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There's a huge change that turns the nihilistic carnage of Craven's original into something suffused with old-fashioned family values, so that we can relax and enjoy watching the bad guys get beaten, skewered, dismembered by garbage disposals, and tortured with microwave ovens.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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This kind of reverence kills what it seeks to preserve. The movie is embalmed.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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David Edelstein
Troell’s entrancingly beautiful Everlasting Moments uses surfaces--light, texture, faces--to hint at another world, a shadow realm.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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There are a bunch of other clunky immigrant subplots (the Jews get a comic one, the Turks a scary one), but it isn't until the massacre–cum–civics tutorial in the liquor store that Crossing Over crosses into the mythic realm of camp. What a waste. I still say it's better than "Crash," though.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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The reason to see An American Affair is Gretchen Mol. She has a mild, natural way of holding herself that's likably unactressy--in every film, she seems both smart and grounded.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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It is filmed with simplicity, a purity of intent, and I wanted to watch the faces of these men in their last seconds of life--not for the sake of history, but because of Wajda's imperative to put his father's death onscreen. He needed to do this. And somehow, sanity is restored.- New York Magazine (Vulture)
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