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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Anthony Lane
The movie simmers with a longing for revenge, frequently boiling over, and the foe is not just Hawkins but the colonialist order for which he stands: barbarism, thinly disguised as civilization. Many scenes feel punishingly hard to watch.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jul 30, 2019
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Pauline Kael
The best scenes--especially an assassination attempt at Royal Albert Hall--are stunning, but Hitchcock seems sloppily unconcerned about the unconvincing material in between the tricks and jokes.- 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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Pauline Kael
The film is one continuous spurt of energy...But the picture is abstract in an adolescent way. Miller's attempt to tap into the universal concept of the hero (as enunciated by Jung and explicated by Joseph Campbell in "The Hero with a Thousand Faces") makes the film joyless.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
Gillespie stages his empathy for Tonya at arm’s length; he fails to respond to her experience in a direct, personal way. The result is a film that’s as derisive and dismissive toward Tonya Harding as it shows the world at large to have been.- The New Yorker
- Posted Dec 8, 2017
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David Denby
The movie won't do much for anyone who doesn't have an academic or fanboy absorption in junk.- 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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Richard Brody
For all its turbulent action and extravagant expressiveness, Maestro is hollow; even its strongest moments play like false fronts, like veneer far fuller, stranger, more struggle-riddled lives.- The New Yorker
- Posted Dec 20, 2023
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Justin Chang
The directors, Phil Lord and Christopher Miller, and the screenwriter, Drew Goddard, clearly want us to shed a few of our own. They also want to make us laugh, and their instincts are often at lumpy cross-purposes.- The New Yorker
- Posted Mar 13, 2026
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Anthony Lane
It’s a hell of a performance by Robyn Nevin, who’s had a long and commanding career on the Australian stage.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jul 13, 2020
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Anthony Lane
The topic is so grave, and the corralling of ancient Greek comedy so audacious, that you long for Chi-Raq to succeed. Sad to report, it’s an awkward affair, stringing out its tearful scenes of mourning, and going wildly astray with its lurches into farce.- The New Yorker
- Posted Dec 17, 2015
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Pauline Kael
The film is pretty fair Hitchcock, though not as sexy or as witty as the 39 Steps.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
With bold and canny camera work that yields an uproarious parody of Ingmar Bergman’s “The Seventh Seal,” White dynamites the formalist restraint of art films and the bonds of narrative logic to unleash the primal ecstasy of the cinema.- The New Yorker
- Posted Mar 6, 2017
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Pauline Kael
It was a Broadway musical comedy, slightly adapted, and filmed in Astoria--and it looks stagey. But the film is too joyous for cavilling.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Tyson's performance and Korty's tact are more than enough to compensate for the flaws.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
Ultimately, the true genre of “Love Lies Bleeding” is a Kristen Stewart movie. That genre, too, is one that the director neither expands nor reinvents.- The New Yorker
- Posted Mar 8, 2024
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Anthony Lane
The tension of Calvary is fitful at best, and much of the movie trips into silliness, but in Brendan Gleeson -- in his proud bearing and his lamenting gaze -- we see the plight of the lonely believer in a world beyond belief. [4 Aug.2014, p.74]- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Tony Richardson whizzes through the Henry Fielding novel, but he pauses long enough for a great lewd eating scene.- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
The symptoms may be far from covid-like, and the mortality rate, as far as we can gather, is blessedly low, but what Nikou evokes, with a haunting prescience, is the air of a stunned world.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jun 20, 2022
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- Posted Jun 19, 2017
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Richard Brody
It may be a hectic, giddy, absurd movie—but, in its evocation of a conspiracy so logical that it is beyond belief, the film dramatizes the power of such an idea to attract true believers.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
As Mike Nichols has directed the material, the effects are almost all achieved through the line readings, and the cleverness is unpleasant -- it's all surface and whacking emphasis.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
It’s among the great American films of the sixties—including Juleen Compton’s Stranded and Jim McBride’s David Holzman’s Diary—that display the global reach of that Paris-centered movement.- The New Yorker
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What could be a plain tale -- and is in danger of becoming a sappy one -- grows surprisingly inward and dense. [25 Nov. 2013, p.135]- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
Get Low is deftly played, and it rarely mislays its ambling charm, but what a forbidding fable it could have been if the truth about Felix Bush, rather than emerging into sunlight, had slunk back into the woods.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
The pictures seems dogged and methodical, though it is graced with a beautiful performance by Kotto.- The New Yorker
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David Denby
In this movie, Phoenix turns himself inside out, but Cotillard’s reserved performance doesn’t move us. Bruno advances in his confused way, Ewa resists, and, despite Jeremy Renner’s flickering presence, the movie becomes dour and repetitive. Looking at them, you finally think, Enough! Life must be elsewhere.- The New Yorker
- Posted May 12, 2014
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