The New Yorker's Scores
- Movies
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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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David Denby
The pace of the movie is rapid, almost hectic, the touch glancing. Until the confrontation between Frank and Richie at the end, nothing stays on the screen for long, although Scott, working in the street, or in clubs and at parties, packs as much as he can into the corners of shots, and shapes even the most casual scenes decisively.- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
Only after the movie ends do you understand what Debra Granik, with a consummate sleight of hand, has done. Here, among the peaceful trees, without a shot fired in anger, she’s made a war film.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jun 25, 2018
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Pauline Kael
Lemmon is demoniacally funny - he really gives in to women's clothes, and begins to think of himself as a sexy girl. Monroe gives perhaps her most characteristic performance, which means that she's both charming and embarrassing.- The New Yorker
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David Denby
The Counterfeiters is a testament to guile. Ruzowitzky scored the picture with tangos, and the tangos are meant to be Sally’s music--seductive, insolent, triumphant.- The New Yorker
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F. Gary Gray, the young director of the 1996 female heist film "Set It Off," runs with a good script (by James DeMonaco and Kevin Fox) and gives us the summer's first action film that's as rich in character as it is in suspense.- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
The practiced calmness of Kore-eda’s approach is such that you barely notice the speed at which he tugs the plot along and flips from one setting to the next.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jul 7, 2016
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Anthony Lane
Anderson's great gift is to catch the generations as they intersect. [4 & 11 June 2012, p 132]- The New Yorker
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David Denby
This is a movie of great spirit and considerable charm. It’s about the giddiness of promise--the awakening of young talent, after years of the Depression, to a moment when anything seems possible.- The New Yorker
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David Denby
To Rome with Love is light and fast, with some of the sharpest dialogue and acting that he's put on the screen in years. [2 July 2012, p.84]- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
Less fruitful is the casting of Michelle Pfeiffer as May's older cousin, the mysterious Countess Olenska, with whom Archer falls hopelessly in love. With her silly blond curls, Pfeiffer looks more plaintive than the dark exotic of Wharton's imagination.- The New Yorker
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When Sydney Pollack made They Shoot Horses, Don't They? in 1969, the desperation of its dance-marathon contestants was palpable, but the film's Depression-era setting allowed the audience some distance. Hands on a Hard Body hits closer to home.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
Soderbergh’s premise is no mere gimmick. Working with a script by David Koepp, he infuses his dramatic mechanism with substantial themes.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jan 17, 2025
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Richard Brody
Breillat directs her cast with precise clarity, and her exacting staging produces both intensely evocative moments and a rare, quietly terrifying pugnacity that permeates the drama.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jul 1, 2024
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Richard Brody
The movie is a virtual documentary of city sights and moods, and also a bitter exposé of a country without a social safety net.- The New Yorker
- Posted Oct 26, 2017
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Anthony Lane
Oddly, the effect of that imbalance is not just to heighten the charm of the film but to render it more credible: the course of true memory never did run smooth.- The New Yorker
- Posted Mar 21, 2016
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Pauline Kael
Robert Altman finds a sure, soft tone in this movie, from 1974, and he never loses it. His account of Coca-Cola-swigging young lovers in the thirties is the most quietly poetic of his films; it’s sensuous right from the first pearly-green long shot, and it seems to achieve beauty without artifice.- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
There are times when the movie's entertainment value verges on the scandalous. [4 November 2002, p. 110]- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
Malik Vitthal’s first feature gives rich dramatic life to a piercingly analytical view of the American way of incarceration.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jan 27, 2017
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Anthony Lane
No male director would have put so much as a toe inside this trouble zone, although Kent does borrow a helpful domestic hint from “Shaun of the Dead”: rather than vanquish our worst nightmare, why not tame it, lock it away, and hope?- The New Yorker
- Posted Nov 24, 2014
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Anthony Lane
The dichotomy turns out to be a false one: whether you revile him or genuflect before him, you are still implying that the guy demands and deserves our fascination. What Sorkin and Boyle have to offer is not a warts-and-all portrait but the suggestion that there is something heroic about a wart.- The New Yorker
- Posted Oct 12, 2015
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Anthony Lane
Let’s be honest: the mainspring of The Father, onscreen, is the presence of Hopkins—an actor at the frightening summit of his powers, portraying a man brought pitifully low. The irony is too rare to resist.- The New Yorker
- Posted Mar 1, 2021
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David Denby
If Ross had merely told his story and re-created the media folk culture of the thirties, the movie might have been a classic. [4 August 2003, p. 84]- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
Passing is a drama of vision and of inner vision, of appearances and images and self-images, and Hall’s spare and reserved cinematic style serves to emphasize the inward aspect of the action, its crises of consciousness.- The New Yorker
- Posted Nov 9, 2021
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David Denby
The Death of Mr. Lazarescu, for all its terrible matter-of-factness, produces tumultuous feelings of amazement and revolt.- The New Yorker
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David Denby
Not much happens, but Coppola is so gentle and witty an observer that the movie casts a spell. [15 September 2003, p. 100]- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
The result feels, like Shakespeare's play, at once ancient and dangerously new.- The New Yorker
- Posted Feb 1, 2013
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Anthony Lane
What makes Green’s film so persuasive is that other characters—above all, the redoubtable Brandi Williams—are alive to everything that’s absurd and overbearing, as well as noble, in the hero’s cause.- The New Yorker
- Posted Nov 22, 2021
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David Denby
All in all, this twerpy little movie is one of the most entertaining pictures to be released so far this year.- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
Wright’s best film so far, livelier and more disloyal to its source than “Atonement” or “Pride and Prejudice” — crams without a care. The outcome is that increasing rarity, a proper children’s film; even the tears are well earned.- The New Yorker
- Posted Oct 12, 2015
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