The New York Times' Scores

For 20,280 reviews, this publication has graded:
  • 46% higher than the average critic
  • 5% same as the average critic
  • 49% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 4.2 points lower than other critics. (0-100 point scale)
Average Movie review score: 61
Highest review score: 100 Short Cuts
Lowest review score: 0 Gummo
Score distribution:
20280 movie reviews
  1. The only remarkable thing about Francis Ford Coppola's The Godfather, Part II is the insistent manner in which it recalls how much better his original film was...Even if Part II were a lot more cohesive, revealing, and exciting than it is, it probably would have run the risk of appearing to be the self-parody it now seems.
  2. A lot like the brothers themselves: undeniably pathetic but strangely lovable. Still, do you really want to spend an hour and a half with them in a dark room?
  3. Not entirely without charm.
  4. If you're nostalgic for the third grade and all those little wads of wet paper bouncing off the back of your neck, Beverly Hills Ninja is the movie for you. It is one extended fat joke, tricked out in ceremonial robes.
  5. A lip-synching hall of mirrors, it is essentially a piece of highbrow karaoke.
  6. Trudges along the well-trod path of high-minded, schematic storytelling.
  7. A smorgasbord that seems to have been picked out of a Dumpster. It clumsily combines a fish-out-of-water story with bits lifted from sources including the "Terminator" movies, "Star Wars," "Starman," "Close Encounters," a couple of Pink Floyd albums and H. G. Wells.
  8. Mr. Costner's relentless, root-canal humorlessness turns what might have been an enjoyable B-picture throwback into a ponderous drag.
  9. Drags and meanders when it wants clarity and clockwork, and bogs down in hazy, vague emotions.
  10. Glazes over faster than a Krispy Kreme doughnut, and neither is very flavorful after sitting around for a while.
  11. It's hard to be drawn into a movie if you're never entirely sure what it's supposed to be about, other than about 100 minutes.
  12. Laborious and logy when it should be madcap and effervescent.
  13. It isn't nearly as successful a showcase for this filmmaker's extraordinary talents.
  14. It's a flimsy sentimental comedy with more product plugs and fewer laughs than might have been hoped for.
  15. The movie turns into a cobweb of tricky spins and twists that seems like a hip-hop version of "Ruthless People."
  16. Watching it is like a slow injection of a numbing anesthetic. It may send a chill to your heart, but along with it goes a warning signal to your brain not to believe a word of this hooey.
  17. What's lacking is the sense of structure that might have made Van Wilder more than a meandering succession of random gags.
  18. Artistry is not the inevitable outcome, and fluffy costumes and French location shoots are the only production elements that don't seem wholly amateurish.
  19. Like a documentary version of "Fight Club," shorn of social insight, intellectual pretension and cinematic interest. It also offers a supremely literal-minded version of slapstick.
  20. Thornton's performance is lost in a film that is more of a schematic success than a dramatic one.
  21. A movie that knows much better than to try to make sense. It is essentially a strung-together series of gags, most of them thought up by Lloyd, an inveterate practical joker.
  22. The film feels authentic only during the scenes between Valentín and his selfish, angry father.
  23. There is very little that is tantalizing or suspenseful. The feeling of revelation is gone, and many of the teasing implications of "Reloaded" have been abandoned.
  24. Would have worked brilliantly as a five-minute late-night comedy sketch, flogs its premise for nearly an hour and a half, generating too few laughs to justify the enterprise.
  25. Mr. Blake's screenplay and Mr. Costner's direction of it are, with the exception of three memorable sequences, commonplace. The film is painstakingly composed of small details of frontier and tribal life that should be riveting. Most of the time they aren't.
  26. Buried somewhere under the gross-out jokes and the wet-lipped ogling at an endless parade of jiggling bikini-clad flesh in Grind is the kernel of a cheerful little movie about the world of competitive skateboarding.
  27. Though clearly meant as a heartwarmer in the longstanding holiday tradition, the film comes off as strange and sour.
  28. This is a tiny, vulnerable, rather treacly film at heart, one that would probably float away were it not for Ms. Rue's generous presence.
  29. Comes to seem less a movie than a memory of movies -- or, at worst, a commercial Frankenstein's monster, sewn together to fill a perceived gap in the market.
  30. A high-minded, lethally dull biography of the legendary golfer Bobby Jones.
  31. The animation is done in rich, jewel-like colors, but it seems strangely flat. The overall film does, too, although the glorious Rodgers and Hammerstein music makes up for a lot.
  32. A bland, well-meaning mishmash that never coheres into a dramatic whole.
  33. While impressively made, this impassive and cold feature fails, in a spectacular fashion, to deliver the thrills.
  34. There is a grungy high spirit during the first third of this film, but then it dissipates like a mist from an aerosol can.
  35. A cream puff with a melted marshmallow inside it. As the temperature rises, the whole gooey thing starts to melt.
  36. Seems stranded in that nowhereland between irony and sarcasm.
  37. Seems held back by vestiges of an old-fashioned format that Mr. Gatlif has long since outgrown.
  38. It's neither funny nor solemn. It has the personality not of a particular movie but of a product, of something arrived at by corporate decision.
  39. Like a bottle of lukewarm Champagne -- an expensive one, judging by the label -- America's Sweethearts opens with a promising burst of effervescence and quickly goes flat.
  40. Plods along, never catching dramatic fire, sometimes suffering from amateurish acting and often relying on its intrusive and treacly music to impart mood and rhythm.
  41. Any movie that makes you root against the underdog, though, is cause for suspicion, and Mr. Smith and Mr. Montana, perhaps aware of this, try belatedly to restore Mr. Duffy's status as a victim.
  42. The movie is smart in small ways, yet an underachiever in big ones -- but it will probably play very well on television. On the big screen, it's distended and diffuse.
  43. Among this year's bumper crop of shallow teen-age movies, it is the shallowest and the most prurient.
  44. As a female vocal duo, their performances are passable, if a little dull and lacking in any sense of camp exaggeration.
  45. Ultimately, the coiffure competition serves as a gaudy, cheerful distraction from a plot that becomes plodding and a sister act that makes you wish for some peacekeeping brothers.
  46. This movie feels phony and slick, as if it were cooked up by Darrin's cynical ad agency, rather than at his aunt's stove down in Montecarlo.
  47. A jewel-heist frolic so stale it feels like a retread of a retread.
  48. Given that movies can now show us everything, the manifestations that Ms. Rowling described could be less magical only if they were delivered at a news conference.
  49. As the film veers uncertainly between meticulous historical recapitulation and shameless hokum, it brings enough characters to populate a mini-series. When the historical details become too clogged, the movie shamelessly overcompensates by wallowing in cheap sentimentality.
  50. In both Twist and "Idaho," the act of placing a larger-than-life literary figure in a constrained, narrowly naturalistic environment merely strips the characters of their scale and interest.
  51. Achieves only loudness, aggressive confusion and one of the silliest head-splittings in film history.
  52. Anyway, you will be glad that they have found each other, and eager to wish them a long and happy life together -- somewhere else, as 95 minutes in their company is plenty.
  53. The film's ridiculousness would not be so irksome if Mr. Shyamalan did not take his sleight of hand so seriously, if he did not insist on dressing this scary, silly, moderately clever fairy tale in a somber cloak of allegory.
  54. With its flashbacks, split-screen montages, decade-jumping soundtrack, sped-up action and frequent shifts of light and color, Wonderland feels like "Law & Order" on crack.
  55. Not a terrible movie, just an insubstantial one. All of DiCaprio's charisma and the director's savvy are used to divert us from the fact that there's not much going on.
  56. A bad-taste comedy with a heart.
  57. Although the opening scene suggests a dark urban satire, Blade quickly turns into a cartoonish futuristic action-adventure yarn in which Blade is the only thing keeping humanity from being exterminated by vampires in a hematological holocaust.
  58. The movie aspires toward a solemnity that Dana Stevens's prosaic psychobabbling screenplay cannot support. The movie is so busy being seriously romantic that it forgets the poetry, the whimsy, the airy mystery, the dreamy what-if of angelic contemplation.
  59. Dreamy touches can't compensate for the film's main flaw, which is that the relationship between the two main characters never really develops.
  60. Loud, frantic, ridiculously overproduced and featuring a preening performance by Val Kilmer as a supposedly brilliant master of disguise, The Saint is sheer overkill.
  61. This time, though, Mr. Lynch's conceits are less often pleasurably disorienting than out of focus.
  62. It does achieve a certain claustrophobic fascination, but never gets around to making its point.
  63. On its own, apart from whatever beliefs a viewer might bring to it, The Passion of the Christ never provides a clear sense of what all of this bloodshed was for, an inconclusiveness that is Mr. Gibson's most serious artistic failure.
  64. A nonstop underscore of Latin pop, as well as several arbitrarily interpolated dream sequences and animated passages don't do nearly enough to make up for the film's unfocused frenzy and lack of genuine comic invention.
  65. Because there is a new hero to identify with every 10 minutes, the viewer isn't drawn into a sustained suspense, but is merely subjected to a series of more or less foreseeable shocks.
  66. More abrasively quirky than a lesser Bjork B-side, though the hideous monster who co-stars hails from Iceland, too.
  67. Well-meaning and hopelessly bland, You'll Get Over It, instantly drops into the tone of didactic realism that rules most television fiction, drawing easy moral lessons from a scrubbed-up simulacrum of everyday, middle-class life.
  68. Slick and treacherous.
  69. The hokey solemnity of A Love Song for Bobby Long suggests "The Mundane Secrets of the Ya-Ya Brotherhood" or "The Notebook Goes to the Big Easy." The movie is another example of Hollywood's going soft and squishy when it goes South.
  70. Will probably keep its core audience of suburban teenagers mildly entertained for the course of its 93 minutes. Urban grumps, however, may be distracted by Mr. Stokes's annoyingly overedited execution of the dance sequences.
  71. Mildly amusing but wholly unnecessary comedy.
  72. The action is so frenetic that the ominous mood isn't allowed to penetrate, and this time the human factor is all but erased.
  73. Maintaining a winking distance from his comic persona, Mr. Spade radiates a cunning show-business cynicism that lets you know he's aware that he's slumming to make a buck.
  74. The best cartoons are built on the contradictory pursuit of meticulously arranged anarchy. But they never seem needy, or desperate for laughs, as Home on the Range does. The film seems hungrier for a pat on the head than a chuckle.
  75. The blandly likable computer-animation extravaganza Ice Age actually seems like a fossil, a relic from another era.
  76. Low humor might count for more here if it weren't constantly overshadowed by the film's maudlin streak.
  77. It does manage to fire off a handful of decent jokes and a few sneaky insights before losing its nerve and collapsing into incoherence.
  78. A terminally mild attempt to revive the populist political comedy pioneered by Frank Capra in the 1930's.
  79. Offering few laughs and a climactic scene of breathtaking cruelty, this plot-heavy movie, directed by Nick Hurran from a screenplay by Melissa Carter and Elisa Bell, draws you into its malignant force field against your will.
  80. The French original was a clever Hitchcock homage with a murder at its center. For reasons unknown, the murder plot has been dropped from the remake (though a few confusing traces of it remain), which leaves Wicker Park without much real urgency to drive its extremely contrived plot.
  81. Amazingly arrogant, immoral film.
  82. Except for the piquant garnish of Mr. MacLachlan, the movie, written and directed by Ian Iqbal Rashid, is barely a cut above an amateur production. The attempts at humor fizzle, and the performances are wooden and overstated.
  83. In Fat Albert, that trademark is resurrected to depressingly diminished ends.
  84. Mr. Sandler has a solid, fumbling likability, without which Spanglish would be not merely annoying but despicable in its slick complacency.
  85. Mr. Marshall, is not much of a film director. Depending on the budget, his movies look either cheap (like this one) or studio slick ("Pretty Woman"), and tend to have the same flat, presentational visual style that's familiar from most sitcoms.
  86. A choppy, forgetful, suspense-free romp that substitutes campy humor for chills.
  87. Isn't much when it comes to either deliberate or inadvertent humor. But it does have a few amusing moments.
  88. There's not much sense to the plot. But the film makers' blunderbuss approach to humor, with visual and verbal jokes coming in profusion and scattering high and low, guarantees that just about every funnybone is bound to be hit, some more than once.
  89. An astonishingly lazy and perfunctory effort that does little to realize his (Carrey) comic potential.
  90. No film winds up with a name like Feeling Minnesota if it has anything definite in mind.
  91. It succeeds as a reasonably smart no-brainer. If you've ever had a yen to relive the third grade, this must be the next best thing.
  92. Directed by Dwight Little of "Free Willy 2," and written by onetime high school classmates, Wayne Beach and David Hodgin (Mr. Hodgin died in 1995), Murder at 1600 eagerly invokes other films and stock images without showing much style of its own.
  93. It is a cheap piece of bald-faced slapstick comedy that treats the hideous depredations of that sleazy, moronic pair as though they were as full of fun and frolic as the jazz-age cutups in "Thoroughly Modern Millie."
  94. Ms. Silverstone's pouty all-American brashness counts for little in a film whose flat screenplay doesn't give her a single funny line.
  95. But even after the documentary affectation gives way to a more conventional narrative, the film has trouble ringing true.
  96. A whopping wrong turn throws this lightweight, benign-looking movie terminally off course.
  97. The series now lacks all of its original stars and much of its earlier determination. It has morphed into something less innocent and more derivative than it used to be, something the noncultist is ever less likely to enjoy.
  98. False and condescending films in this genre are nothing new, but Dangerous Minds steamrollers its way over some real talent.
  99. This glib, overheated film about vicious primates delivers little suspense, nor are there signs of the 65 cited volumes and articles that turned Mr. Crichton's book into such a learning experience.
  100. Having introduced the two principals and had some fun with their antagonism, the film has nowhere to go.

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