The New York Times' Scores

For 20,278 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:
20278 movie reviews
  1. The movie offers less gore than the average Band-Aid commercial and fewer scares than the elimination episodes of "Dancing With the Stars."
  2. This portrait of 20-something gay men and their straight friends is a joyless exploration of middle-class deadbeats (with the exception of Ephram) lost in a torpid funk of low self-regard. Because they’'e not rich, there is no sleazy zing of "Less Than Zero"-worthy glamor.
  3. Does little more than congratulate its audience on recognizing the source of its riffs. "High School Musical" -- ha ha ha!
  4. A mawkish drama hobbled by a thoroughly unpleasant and uncharismatic lead performance.
  5. An aggressively noisy exercise in style over substance about nasty people doing nasty things to one another in (sigh) Southern California.
  6. Does it have to be so witless, so stupid, so openly contemptuous of the very audience it’s supposed to be pandering to?
  7. Feels like a movie whose story was slapped together during filming. Its three phases -- Southern pastorale, Sudsville and Kablooie -- don’t really connect.
  8. In Good, the anemic screen adaptation of C. P. Taylor's play about a respectable "good German" who passively acquiesces to Hitler's agenda, Viggo Mortensen, miscast and ineptly directed by Vicente Amorim, plays John Halder, a liberal, mild-mannered literature professor who becomes a Nazi.
  9. Prostitutes are not the only things butchered in The Lodger, a spooky story ruined by lumpen dialogue, cloddish performances and a director and writer (David Ondaatje) oblivious to both.
  10. A cynical, clumsy, aptly titled attempt to cross the female-oriented romantic comedy with the male-oriented gross-out comedy that is interesting on several levels, none having to do with cinema.
  11. Less a movie than an essay.
  12. Boorish, bigoted and borderline pornographic.
  13. Death in Love hasn't a drop of humor or hope. Its dull, smudged look makes every environment appear joyless and claustrophobic.
  14. Homecoming is coldly efficient for what it is. But what it is is trash.
  15. Offers agony in a vacuum, a villain without a motive and a hero with more personal problems than lines of dialogue.
  16. A stunningly witless revival of the infamous British film series about a girls’ boarding school.
  17. The sex (of which there isn’t much) isn’t sexy, and the humor isn’t funny.
  18. After a particularly brutal, attention-grabbing start, Breaking Point quickly devolves into a flavorless stew of murder, corruption, blackmail and baby tossing.
  19. Missing no stops on the road from cloying to annoying, Harlem Aria has waited more than 10 years for domestic release. Maybe its destiny has been written.
  20. A movie that knows its audience. Its underlying philosophy might be: why try harder when this is all they expect?
  21. The movie is so sloppily written and directed that its bits of bluster never cohere.
  22. This is bad cinema and bad history. Ms. Bravo is unstinting in her praise for the omelet and her admiration of the chef, but she refuses to admit that she's walking on eggshells.
  23. Terminally scatterbrained gangster farce.
  24. Brain-dead.
  25. Silly, heavy-handed film.
  26. Almost creates a sense of dread as you sit watching its raft of aimless, self-absorbed neurotics clang into one another.
  27. This violent meatball western deserves to be forgotten quickly.
  28. It's hard to take Passion seriously because it brings to mind the kind of shallow psychology that wouldn't be out of place in a history short about Sigmund Freud on "ABC Schoolhouse Rock."
  29. Impenetrable mess of a movie.
  30. Cause for fright in only one respect: the possibility that it could spawn sequels.
  31. Backstage isn't as good as the rap documentaries "Rhyme and Reason" and "The Show," but it still casts a keen, observant eye...on this world.
  32. In films, as in the ring, heart and will without exceptional talent don't produce winners.
  33. One long, 1980s-style inspirational cliche.
  34. About 20 minutes in, it is clear that the couple will emerge as nothing more than crabby yuppies whose articulation of their pouts sounds like the same argument over and over again.
  35. Ultimately as sycophantic as it is needling.
  36. This misty-eyed Southern nostalgia piece, in treading the line between sappy and sanguine, winds up mired in tear-drenched quicksand.
  37. Though it sets out to explain why this marriage is worth saving, The Story of Us could prompt even single members of the audience to file for divorce.
  38. Vacillates between cutesy Disney-style anthropomorphism and "Born Free" exoticism.
  39. All its 89 minutes of fast cuts, swooping overhead shots, sun, surf, song, sunburn and sex cannot obscure the extent of its shallowness.
  40. A stupefying mix of action, politics and melodrama.
  41. It's the central story that's lacking.
  42. Despite its occasional flashes of brilliance (every Rudolph film has them), this unsavory stew never comes to a boil.
  43. If the film were a fight, they'd have stopped it.
  44. Instead of suspense, there is confusion; instead of intrigue, a lot of inexplicable confrontation among characters whose significance is not so much enigmatic as obscure.
  45. You have to admire the effort its attractive cast expends pumping life into stilted, flowery dialogue that confuses pretentious attitudinizing with profound insight.
  46. Like many of the nonpolitical terrorist-as-villain spectaculars that have been held back after Sept. 11, has the whiff of something gone stale. Though it may have sat on the shelf for a while, this project had gone bad long before it was released.
  47. It must be said that Berkowitz's shamelessness and persistence aren't inevitably irresistible.
  48. Are they fools or heroes? Because the movie can't decide, neither can we. And without an emotional payoff, Play It to the Bone ends up stranded in serio-comic limbo.
  49. When it comes to father, sons and mob life, stick to "The Godfather."
  50. Everything in this film is forgettable, right down to bongos pounding on the soundtrack to indicate a quickening of the pulse.
  51. Doesn't really know how to end. But if its melodramatic final moments are ludicrous, they don't seriously dilute the acidity of the sour little swatch of urban sociology that has come before.
  52. After several scenes of this tacky nonsense, you'll be wistful for the testosterone-charged wizardry of Jerry Bruckheimer productions, especially because Half Past Dead is like "The Rock" on a Wal-Mart budget. And the marked-down price tags are incredibly visible.
  53. Stardom makes its metaphor of 15 minutes seem like a lifetime.
  54. Light on originality and low on suspense though high on design and special effects.
  55. The current version, however, like its predecessor, fails as entertainment. Mr. McTiernan's remake may be lighter on its feet -- the sober-minded original was as graceful as a tap-dancing rhino -- but it is just as boring and as obvious.
  56. The movie version overflows with affection and good intention, but unwittingly turns a bauble of cheerful fakery into something that mostly feels phony.
  57. The action is the best thing in the picture.
    • 34 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Fails both as arrested-development farce and as teen-age romantic comedy.
  58. In this elongated, formula-ridden sitcom posing as a movie, the date-weary Manhattan singles exchanging acerbic banter suggest the tougher, far less intellectual offspring of Woody Allen characters drenched in a whiny Seinfeldian dyspepsia.
  59. A listless and desultory affair.
  60. Manages to squeeze in several different endings — like a bad pop song that doesn't know when to fade out. But as Mr. Schwarzenegger's stature as an action figure diminishes, his effort to retain a piece of the market is touching.
  61. Jettisoning any ambition toward thrillerhood, Domestic Disturbance becomes a plodding, obvious angry-dad melodrama, ambling toward the final, fatal showdown between parent and usurper.
  62. The aesthetic of Full Frontal is as rough and grainy as the off-the-rack digital video in which much of it was shot.
  63. There's so little chemistry between Mr. Wilson and Ms. Hudson that you begin to look back on what now seems like the halcyon time of "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days."
  64. The worst flaw of Willard is a clunky tone-deaf screenplay based on Gilbert Ralston's original and updated by the director. Barely a line flies by that doesn't land with a wooden thud.
  65. The film is dominated and destroyed by Mr. Cage's chaotic, self-indulgent performance. He gives Peter the kind of sporadic, exaggerated mannerisms that should never live outside of acting-class exercises.
  66. Can a feature-length movie be built on minutiae like jammed copying machines, unsent business letters and orientation programs for new employees? This innocuous wisp of a film, as weighty as a scrap of fax paper caught in an updraft, suggests that the answer is no.
  67. Even pretensions toward the humorous and hip cannot save this blood-drenched film from its innate tastelessness.
  68. A murky ecclesiastical horror film, may be the nadir of the subgenre that produced "The Exorcist" (at its high end) and "Stigmata" (at its middle-to-low end).
  69. The Glass House is hardly insane, just absurd, and the only damage it does is to itself.
  70. Bogus on every level, right down to its half-hearted trick ending.
  71. Rarely has a movie worked so hard to be so inconsequential.
  72. The heads may be dead, but at least they have a comical look.
  73. A weak-witted comedy.
  74. Mr. Baldwin's attack -- there's no better way to put it -- is unforgettable. He's the first shrunken narrator with a serial killer's swagger.
  75. The stripped-down narrative is almost an apology for the ludicrous story -- but it's just not enough of one.
  76. Ottman doesn't have the firm grasp of tone necessary to make his deliberate ambiguities seem other than simple confusion, nor the sense of humor necessary to turn the deliberate clichés into effective satire.
  77. There is an explanation for everything, but it is a long time coming and not worth the wait.
  78. The story is a clever sitcomy contraption, the dialogue is pedestrian.
  79. 54
    Years from now, if Mark Christopher's timid, meandering film 54 is spoken of at all, it will probably be lumped together with Whit Stillman's ''Last Days of Disco'' as one of two movies released in 1998 to bungle the same opportunity.
  80. The picture is so predictable that the bad acting becomes a distraction.
  81. High-school cafeteria soup has more flavor than this bland, tepid throwback.
  82. Still never having to say you're sorry.
  83. It's fleet- footed, merciless entertainment. But the mixture of laughs, bathos and brutality is a big turnoff.
  84. Drab and unenticing.
  85. With the dog days of August upon us, think of this dog of a movie as the cinematic equivalent of high humidity.
  86. (Patricia Arquette's) irritated reactions to her dire situation have all the force of a pet owner's whiny complaints when her feline refuses to use the cat box.
  87. Corny, suds-drenched movie. The kindest way of looking at this roughly patched-together story is as the cinematic equivalent of the music it memorializes.
  88. Desperately, depressingly in thrall to the Farrelly formula.
  89. Succumbs to its blockbuster ambitions and turns into a noisy, bloated mess.
  90. A supernatural soap opera.
  91. This bloated spectacle has all the get-up-and-go of one of the legendary late-era Elvis Presley concerts. The picture feels longer than Presley's career and as irrelevant as he was by the end.
  92. In the end, Loser disappoints.
  93. In the spring a monster's fancy lethally turns to thoughts of lust. This thought, reduced to a level contemptuous of taste and reasonable intelligence, underlies Species II.
  94. If Make a Wish is meant to be a parody, it lacks one essential element: humor. If it's meant to be a horror movie, it lacks the corresponding qualities of shock and suspense. It's almost enough to make "Friday the 13th" look like a masterpiece. Almost.
  95. Shot in smeary video, it sports the static, by-the-book camera work of a daytime soap-opera.
  96. As the movie methodically plods forward on a screenplay (by Shawn Slovo) consisting entirely of clichés and watered-down exposition, it becomes sadly apparent that its only reliable asset is the gorgeous view.
  97. A soulless compilation of thrills.
  98. Most of the meager charms of the chaotic romantic farce A Guy Thing spring from the deft comic contortions of Hollywood's ultimate nerdy sidekick, Jason Lee.
  99. All this is bizarre without being funny. [7 Jan 1994, p.C12]
    • The New York Times

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