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
    • 46 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Immortals is the latest disaster of post-conversion 3-D, a projected spectacle so dark it is literally hard to see. This is an ugly, burlap sack of a film, stitched with jagged seams and overstuffed with computer-generated chintz, gold-lamé leotards and fetishistic headgear.
  1. A sloppy, exploitative act of star worship created (if that's the right word for cynical hackwork) around Mr. Lautner, the pouty 19-year-old heartthrob of the "Twilight" franchise.
  2. It is no wonder that the insufferable romantic comedy Happythankyoumoreplease, set in New York, looks and sounds like a flop pilot for a television sitcom.
  3. Beyond the lugubrious pageantry, there is no sign of emotional or spiritual life in the film, only windy posturing.
  4. It demonstrates that mainstream Chinese cinema can be as guilty of self-indulgent overstatement as anything out of the West.
  5. Cuter than a basket of puppies licking a litter of kittens, An Invisible Sign is an excruciatingly whimsical collision of adult themes and kid-friendly aesthetic.
  6. You see, this character, who is given no back story, is Life with a capital L. He is the Forneys' guardian angel who rouses them out of their funk. Given the movie's U-turn into allegory, maybe he's supposed to be a punk Jesus. Not even Mr. Gordon-Levitt's unremittingly savage performance can begin to salvage such hokum.
  7. As one bloody encounter treads on the heels of the next, all that remains is a tiny indie undone by its own vicious ambitions.
  8. The scariest thing about The Devil Inside is that a major studio like Paramount Pictures, which is distributing it, may be able to squeeze more profit out of a tedious, tediously exhausted subgenre that was already creatively tapped out when "The Blair Witch Project" spooked audiences more than a decade ago.
  9. At a certain point this would-be shocker suddenly jerks into high gear and becomes a blatant, incompetent rip-off of "Psycho."
  10. A catastrophe worth noting only for the presence of its name cast.
  11. Can the major studios still make magic? From the looks of Oz the Great and Powerful, a dispiriting, infuriating jumble of big money, small ideas and ugly visuals, the answer seems to be no — unless, perhaps, the man behind the curtain is Martin Scorsese or James Cameron.
  12. Fusty research, aging interviewees and decades-old advertising campaigns offer background to the uninitiated, but Mr. Warrick's muddled, undisciplined approach destroys even the possibility of a cogent overview.
  13. Whatever the case, Mr. Owen and Mr. Statham (who provides a nice duet with a chair) make a prettily matched pair amid the pileup of sub-Bourne action set pieces, sad laughs and clichés.
    • 39 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    The principal characters can be reduced to a handful of tics, and the entire story line is immaculately devoid of incidental detail. It's like sitting in a padded cell for about 90 minutes.
  14. "How are we going to get out of here?" Sarah squawks at one point, a question that Mr. Dourif ought to have asked his agent long before the cameras began to roll.
  15. What’s missing is what’s often absent in industrial moviemaking of this type: story and characters, yes, but also the human touch and a sense that someone behind the scenes actually cares about the work.
  16. Sex in this film looks so nonecstatic that a better title might have been "3D Sex and Zen: Zero Child Policy."
    • 18 Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    The onslaught of optical effects and deafeningly expressive foley suggest a voyage through a pinball machine piloted by the director Tony Scott.
    • tbd Metascore
    • 20 Critic Score
    Not much happens, but the most basic shifts in time and place are so badly signposted, you'd be lost without a synopsis.
  17. Silver Bullets neither pleases the eye nor stimulates the mind.
  18. Lost in all this is Halston, who comes through only in dribs and drabs. If you're curious about him, skip this film. Read about him - you'll learn far more on his Wikipedia page - and look at his clothes. And if you're a filmmaker, go out and make a decent movie about him: he deserves it.
  19. A grim, dispiritingly stupid waste of time, energy, money and talent.
  20. The "Paranormal Activity" movies don't teem with metaphor, and neither does this film, directed by Brad Parker. The original "Night of the Living Dead" left you with plenty to chew on, so to speak; Chernobyl Diaries just leaves you feeling empty.
  21. This is pap, plain and simple: scattered raunch-lite devoid of emotional resonance. At best, it sells itself on the spectacle of a TV show’s cast reunion — and even then it disappoints.
  22. Unfortunately, “Ghastly Love” is a fallen soufflé, a spoof enormously pleased with itself but only occasionally entertaining.
  23. The movie’s humor — at the expense of Asians, Latinas and even Serbs — comes off just as tone deaf and random as Seth MacFarlane’s Oscar-night shenanigans.
  24. Mr. Oldman and Mr. Ford are the only actors in the film, directed by Robert Luketic (“Legally Blonde”), skillful enough to navigate the yards of jargon-packed boilerplate in Jason Hall and Barry L. Levy’s thudding screenplay.
  25. Told with multiple flashbacks and minimal taste, this exuberantly scuzzy thriller - shot in less than two weeks with a budget as micro as the women's skirts - pits sleazy cops against fun-loving disrobers in the middle of scraggly foliage.
  26. If the Boy Scouts offered a merit badge for inept filmmaking, Todd Rohal would certainly earn it with Nature Calls, an unwatchably bad movie about a camping trip gone haywire.
  27. A pointless exercise in sadism.
  28. Even without Mr. Rice in the news, No Good Deed would be damaged goods: an inert “Cape Fear” rehash that can’t seem to choose its favorite contrivance.
  29. If you can discern any critical distance or interesting perspective here, or even a good reason to spend 90 minutes in such company, I'm afraid the joke is on you.
  30. Failing to expand on the intriguing notion that evil can find physical form online, Smiley, like its sutured monster, is sadly more to be pitied than feared.
  31. A lumbering mess in which he has somehow trapped several recognizable actors.
  32. Gut
    Unfolding in awkward diner conversations and uncomfortable bedroom scenes, Gut has a cold, flat look that gives even a child's stuffed toy a sinister sheen.
  33. If the opening gag in your R-rated movie is an extended flatulence joke you should reconsider whether you're qualified to make such a movie. Not that flatulence jokes aren't funny; 8-year-olds love them. The thing is, not many 8-year-olds go to R-rated movies.
  34. The glimmers of wit and carnival humor in the “Fast & Furious” franchise are nowhere to be found in Getaway.
  35. It may be too much to ask for anything more, but, on the other hand, if you’re going to go to the trouble of pretending to blow up the White House, you might also want to pretend that something was at stake.
  36. He might as well be describing the act of watching this grating round robin of connubial dysfunction and romantic disappointment.
  37. New Jerusalem feeling like an acting exercise in search of a theater class.
  38. Ms. O'Neal's Grace is a fluttery Blanche DuBois type who transforms into a ranting madwoman wreaking havoc. Instead of an ax, she wields scissors. From here on, the movie is a grotesquely overacted, ineptly staged screamfest.
  39. Its pleasures are so meager, its delight in its own inventions so forced and false, that it becomes almost the perfect opposite of entertainment.
  40. Race 2, directed by Abbas-Mastan, has little to offer besides its loving gaze at wealth and flesh.
  41. A toothless examination of marketing and morality, Álex de la Iglesia’s As Luck Would Have It combines lecture, farce and soapy sentiment in a single misshapen package.
  42. Murder 3 progresses in skeletal fashion, its story laid out brief chunk by brief chunk amid bass-heavy dance beats, other music that telegraphs suspense, or, least objectionable, ponderous quiet.
  43. This dreary spy drama is as flat and airless as the concrete bunker in which it unfolds.
  44. The film dresses up pretty young things in fatigues and retro T-shirts for a story so clichéd and brainless that it’s almost more disturbing than laughable.
  45. Northeast is as tedious as the life of the film’s central character.
  46. A mess from start to finish — though, judging by the ending, this story won’t be over any time soon — Insidious: Chapter 2 is the kind of lazy, halfhearted product that gives scary movies a bad name.
  47. A comedy that is so scatterbrained and long-winded that much of it feels invented on the spot. (It’s also a half-hour too long.)
  48. The movie is so devoid of emotion that its ritualized gore acts as a narcotic. Filmed in shades of red, with a minimal screenplay, Only God Forgives looks like a ghoulish fashion shoot in hell. Three words should suffice: pretentious macho nonsense.
  49. Though the tale, based on a novel by Harold Frederic, remains relevant to our time, the film is too self-conscious and tedious for the message it delivers.
  50. The film, a sleepy, low-budget affair, merely enacts a series of horror movie clichés, as if that were enough. Its bland actors and wit-free script do nothing with the familiar elements but present them.
  51. Neither the very relaxed pace of this builder, Chris Overing, nor Mr. Stone’s sporadically amusing neuroses about his filmmaking make for a gripping documentary.
  52. The glum, episodic and unbelievable Arthur Newman is the film equivalent of a dysfunctional computer sloppily assembled from discarded parts of other machines.
  53. Its narrative continuity is so sketchy and the screenplay so haphazard that the movie doesn’t add up to more than trash, seasoned with pretentious religiosity.
  54. This female revenge comedy is so dumb, lazy, clumsily assembled and unoriginal, it could crush any actor forced to execute its leaden slapstick gags and mouth its crude, humorless dialogue.
  55. A Pan-Asian romantic melodrama that virtually pokes you in the eye with its fakery.
  56. In a better movie you might play along with contrived plot twists and fake obstacles, but watching I Do, a movie with thin characters and a languorous pace, you find yourself talking back to the screen.
  57. A clumsy mixed-nuts comedy.
  58. An entwined triptych of sorts unified by invective, slurs and characters demanding that others shut up, Run It is a very patchy affair.
  59. Mostly you root for Mr. Michel’s couple to reconnect simply so the movie will come to an end.
  60. If you’re watching this film and waiting for something funny or insightful to come along to assuage your annoyance, you’ll wait a long time.
  61. The movie makes no sense as either melodrama or metaphysics, so that its expensive special effects go up in smoke. Literally.
  62. Mr. Lundgren, who glowers his way all too convincingly through the role of a rabid bully, may well be the only man in the universe who can make Mr. Van Damme look like an actor.
  63. The Book Thief is a shameless piece of Oscar-seeking Holocaust kitsch.
  64. Though the young actors...are appealing enough, you keep waiting for a boatful of humor to come along and rescue them. The whole film is a campy put-on, right? Apparently not.
  65. An exhaustingly pretentious heave of artistic self-involvement, The Time Being takes an exceptionally handsome journey to nowhere at all.
  66. The undisciplined shooting style and underdeveloped script confound the actors at every turn. Despite their best efforts, they never overcome the limitations of a movie more intent on cutting corners than fleshing out a story.
  67. An awkward, long-winded mash-up of therapy session, horror movie and survival tale with pretensions of psychological depth.
  68. A thin line separates the magical from the preposterous, and by insisting so strenuously on its own magic, Winter’s Tale pitches helplessly into earnest ridiculousness.
  69. Mr. MacFarlane can be funny, but Ted 2 is insultingly lazy hack work that is worth discussing primarily because of how he tries and fails to turn race, and specifically black men, into comedy fodder.
  70. Poor computer-generated effects give the movie an unsettling, two-layered feel.
  71. Watching this movie feels like viewing a very long, expensive car commercial and waiting for the real film to begin.
  72. [A] regrettably hokey first feature from Bryan Anthony Ramirez.
  73. The familiar special effects are not the most disappointing element here. It’s the squandering of the talented Ms. Heche, who is given top billing but almost nothing to do.
  74. On screen, where visuals reign and the simple pleasures of language are less paramount, the expanded Jewtopia is just a flat premise, uncomfortable not only because the clichés are groaners, but also because you feel sorry for everyone who’s working so hard to prop up the farce.
  75. When insects are the best thing in your movie, it’s probably time to retire.
  76. There is no story to speak of. Just a series of anecdotes that gain very little when acted out on screen.
  77. One of those projects whose very existence should baffle anyone hardy enough to endure all 94 minutes.
  78. Directed by Shana Feste (“Country Strong”), this new Endless Love doesn’t have enough going on to make it memorably terrible: Banality is its gravest sin.
  79. Whatever thoughtful instincts Mr. Castellitto might possess are undermined by his addiction to cinematic prettiness.
  80. The movie is so incoherent that its screenplay, by Mr. Drolet and Mr. Richards, might as well have been scrawled between takes as it was being filmed.
  81. It’s essentially a modern version of “The Big Chill” without the banging oldies soundtrack or competent actors.
  82. For all the shooting, knifing and nattering about sleeper cells, the film feels weirdly static and terminally tired.
  83. Too slight to persuade, The Unbelievers is also too poorly made to entertain. The rational roots of atheism deserve a much better movie than this.
  84. The “Mummy” reboot from 1999, directed by Stephen Sommers and starring Brendan Fraser, was kind of fun. Monster movies frequently are. This one, directed by Alex Kurtzman and starring Tom Cruise, is an unholy mess.
  85. The movie acts like screwball comedy, but there are no laughs as Daisy and Jay’s connection lurches toward implausible romance.
  86. Is there a point? All the filmmakers seem interested in is the ugliness of the main Israeli characters.
  87. Filled with sappy dialogue and screeching strings, Truth is a puerile excavation of secrets and sickness.
  88. Most of the time, this incoherent thriller resembles an overheated trailer for itself: a glaringly rough assembly of ill-staged computer-generated action sequences and portentous moments.
  89. The jokes are thin, the computer animation is wanting and the inane plot is a series of set pieces strung together.
  90. This sickly sweet concoction sets your teeth on edge.
  91. Airless, senseless — and seemingly endless — this clumsy heist movie, directed by the prolific schlockmaster Brian Trenchard-Smith, manages to make even the magnificent coastline of Queensland, Australia, feel dreary.
  92. You could accuse it of glamorizing the shallow hedonism it depicts, but that charge would only stick if the movie had any genuine flair, romance or imagination.
  93. Little of it is funny or genuine, and the benefits and beauty of real faith are nowhere in evidence.
  94. The director, Vic Armstrong — whose lengthy résumé hews primarily toward stunt work — displays no facility with actors and even less with pacing.
  95. You won’t find much offensive in Kevin James’s slick, innocuous vehicle Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2. You won’t find much prompting an emotional reaction in general, so familiar are the jokes and situations. If Mr. James’s character thinks of safety first, so does this movie, to its extreme detriment.
  96. What a frantically dull spectacle this vanity project is.

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