The New Yorker's Scores
- Movies
- TV
For 3,482 reviews, this publication has graded:
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37% higher than the average critic
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2% same as the average critic
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61% lower than the average critic
On average, this publication grades 1 point higher than other critics.
(0-100 point scale)
Average Movie review score: 66
| Highest review score: | Fiume o morte! | |
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| Lowest review score: | Bio-Dome |
Score distribution:
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Positive: 1,940 out of 3482
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Mixed: 1,344 out of 3482
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Negative: 198 out of 3482
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Richard Brody
Birdman trades on facile, casual dichotomies of theatre versus cinema and art versus commerce. It’s a white elephant of a movie that conceals a mouse of timid wisdom, a mighty and churning machine of virtuosity that delivers a work of utterly familiar and unoriginal drama.- The New Yorker
- Posted Apr 23, 2019
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Richard Brody
Yasujiro Ozu’s direction brings emotional depth and philosophical heft to this turbulent and grim family melodrama.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Irene Dunne's way with a quip is to smile brightly and wring it dry, but she's at her best here.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
It is a fiercely composed, historically informed, and richly textured film, as insightful regarding the particularities of the protagonist as it is on the artistic life — and on the life of its times.- The New Yorker
- Posted Oct 19, 2018
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Pauline Kael
No one has ever fully explained what gives this basically slight romantic comedy its particular - and enormous - charm.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
Happy Hour, a work of distinctly modern cinema, reaches deep into the classic traditions of melodrama—along with its coincidences and its violent contrasts—to revive a latent power for grand-scale observation through painfully close contact with the agonizing intimacies of contemporary life.- The New Yorker
- Posted Dec 10, 2016
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Pauline Kael
A little poky but impressively well done, with witty special effects (by John P. Fulton) and traces of the Whale humor that enlivened his Old Dark House and The Bride of Frankenstein.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Milos Forman trudges through the movie as if every step were a major contribution to art, and he keeps the audience hooked.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Altman gracefully kisses off the private-eye form in soft, mellow color and volatile images; the cinematographer Vilmos Zsigmond is responsible for the offhand visual pyrotechnics (the imagery has great vitality). Gould gives a loose and woolly, strikingly original performance.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
[Chahine]'s richly textured, good-humored, visually forceful storytelling portrays the surging, ribald vitality of Egyptian society that squirms beneath the unjust authority of dictators and dogmatists.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Like Ford's other large-scale, elegiac Westerns of this period, it's not a plain action movie but a pictorial film with slow spots and great set pieces.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
Sirk unleashed a melodramatic torrent of rage at the corrupt core of American life—the unholy trinity of racism, commercialism, and puritanism.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
The film’s pleasures and its frustrations, its energies and its enervations, are inseparable.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jan 22, 2020
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Anthony Lane
By the time of the closing shot -- twists of fog rising like spectres from a leaden sea -- even the most stubborn viewer will be lying back in a state of happy hypnosis. [16 December 2002, p. 106]- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
The result demands a patient viewing, and maybe more than one; only after a second dose did I get the measure of Garrone's mastery, and realize how far he has surpassed, not merely honored, the author's courageous toil.- The New Yorker
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Justin Chang
Familiar Touch, its title perhaps a tacit acknowledgment of how well-worn this terrain is, illuminates its protagonist’s condition with uncommon concision and grace, and with few of the formal and narrative strategies we’ve come to expect.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jun 19, 2025
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David Denby
A deeply satisfying aesthetic and pedagogic experience--though Americans may find themselves wondering how such terrific children can grow into such irritating adults.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
The slow, strange rhythm is very unsettling and takes some getting used to, but it's an altogether amazing, sunsuous film; it even has an element of science fiction and some creepy musical numbers, and the soundtrack is as original and peculiar as the imagery.- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
The movie, at two and a half hours, retains much of the unhurried suspense -- the careful cultivating of our patience, of our narrative loyalty -- that is bred by the best TV.- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
To be fair, you can scoff at the antics and still be swept away. The final quarter of Mission: Impossible—Fallout takes place in Kashmir, with a helicopter chase through deep gullies and past snowy peaks. McQuarrie keeps the action crisp and clear, to match the icy air.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jul 30, 2018
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Richard Brody
A masterwork of montage, a breathlessly frenzied collage of disparate sources that conjure the unholy tempest of a great man and a great mind at full gallop.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Throughout, the writer-director, Agnes Varda, sustains an unsentimental yet subjective tone that is almost unique in the history of movies.- The New Yorker
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David Denby
A brilliant documentary about an American saint and fool--a man who understands everything about nature except death.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
The impasse implied in “The Novelist’s Film” gets a strenuous and sardonic dramatic workout in "Walk Up," which is both a work of art and a theory of art—or, rather, several theories, which emerge in the course of the discussions between characters who are themselves artists or former artists.- The New Yorker
- Posted Mar 24, 2023
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Pauline Kael
This may be the best-paced and most slyly entertaining of all the decadent-ancient-Rome spectacular films. It's a great big cartoon drama, directed by Stanley Kubrick, with Kirk Douglas at his most muscular.- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
You could argue that a little of this goes a long way, but that’s the point. An Andersson movie is a gallery of littles, each of them going a very long way.- The New Yorker
- Posted Apr 30, 2021
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Justin Chang
In Pompei: Below the Clouds, Rosi is as quietly watchful as ever, though he is either remarkably skilled or remarkably fortunate in finding individuals whose voices of conscience, matched by action, can stand in for his own.- The New Yorker
- Posted Mar 3, 2026
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Richard Brody
The two elements work against each other, each revealing the fault lines of the other: the fictional side remains bound to (and limited by) the most conventional and unquestioned observational mode of documentary filmmaking, while the documentary aspect strains against the simplifying framework of the drama in which it’s confined.- The New Yorker
- Posted Feb 22, 2021
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Anthony Lane
It would be a shame if the film were to be seen only by those already interested in French cinema. Anyone with an eye for grace, industry, resilience, rich shadows, and strong cigarettes should go along. Like the kid on that terrace in Lyon, you see the light.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jun 26, 2017
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Anthony Lane
What Park has done is resurrect not just the spirit but, as it were, the bodily science of early comedy. Like Chuck Jones, and, further back, like Buster Keaton and Harold Lloyd, Park is unafraid of the formulaic--—of bops on the head, of the unattainable beloved, of gadgetry gone awry--because he sees what beauty there can be in minor, elaborate variations on a basic theme.- The New Yorker
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