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
From the opening shot of Ophelia adrift in a river, in mimicry of Millais’s famous painting, the film seems to splash around in search of a suitable style. The drama is no longer a tragedy but a fairy tale — almost, at times, a farce.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jul 1, 2019
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Naomi Fry
What is fascinating, and valuable, about The American Meme is its ability to reveal the desperation, loneliness, and sheer Sisyphean tedium of ceaselessly chasing what will most likely end up being an ever-diminishing share of the online-attention economy.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jan 4, 2019
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Anthony Lane
Not once does this ruffled sweetness seem like Hanson’s natural terrain. "Wonder Boys" took emotional risks, daring to suggest that with age comes not wisdom but confusion and crummy robes, whereas everything in the new film is designed to slot together with an optimistic click.- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
Tomorrowland is a bright and pliable sci-fi thriller that stiffens into a sermon. Can’t it just be fun?- The New Yorker
- Posted May 28, 2015
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Richard Brody
Dumont films Joan’s spiritual conflicts and confrontations with playful exuberance but avoids frivolity; the ardent actors infuse Joan’s spirit of revolt with the eternal passions of youth.- The New Yorker
- Posted Apr 12, 2018
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Anthony Lane
The movie, though a frantic treat for the retina, is also oddly inactive.- The New Yorker
- Posted Aug 29, 2022
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Anthony Lane
Under its compelling influence, we are lured into feeling that these various lives, marked by vacuity and frustration, are in some way destined to end at the point of a gun — that the murderer and his victims coexist on a continuum of despair. Try telling that to the people of Aurora.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jan 30, 2017
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Anthony Lane
The good news is that, while "The Expendables" was the kind of product that should be shown to health inspectors rather than critics, much of Red is jovial and juvenating. [1 Nov. 2010, p.121]- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
Rather than reconsidering history by intimate acquaintance with a lesser-known hero, it turns its hero into a stick figure no more personalized, complex, or contextualized than a comic-book creation. Far from arousing curiosity, the movie forecloses it.- The New Yorker
- Posted Aug 14, 2025
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Richard Brody
Beatty packs the movie with labored period references and unsubtle allusions to Donald Trump. He delights in Hughes’s high-handed wisdom, his high-stakes gamesmanship, and his petty idiosyncrasies, while looking ruefully at his paranoid reclusiveness.- The New Yorker
- Posted Nov 21, 2016
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The film, which Barrymore produced, is meant to be a charming coming-of-age story, but it plays a little too sweetly for its own good.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Robert Wise, who made this expensive version of the Michael Crichton novel, having chosen a fanatically realistic documentary style, has failed to solve the dramatic problems in the original story. The suspense is strong, but not pleasurable.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Mainly it's full of sort-of-funny and trying-to-be-funny ideas. The director Elliot Silverstein's spoofy tone is ineptitude, coyly disguised.- The New Yorker
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David Denby
You can see the jokes coming well in advance, but you still laugh uncontrollably.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
Serge Bozon’s sharply political comedy—a giddily imaginative reworking of Robert Louis Stevenson’s classic tale—stars Isabelle Huppert, who revels in its sly blend of dissonant humor, intellectual fervor, and macabre violence.- The New Yorker
- Posted Apr 26, 2018
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Anthony Lane
For all the lunacies bared within this film, it has the tick and thrum of a solid studio machine, occasionally shocking but never surprising; it will be watched by everybody, but it feels as if it were made by nobody. [14 & 21 October 2002, p. 226]- The New Yorker
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David Denby
As director, Foster, working with Kyle Killen's screenplay, treats the goofy premise with a literal earnestness-as a family drama about separation and reunion-that seems all wrong. A little wit would have helped.- The New Yorker
- Posted May 2, 2011
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Anthony Lane
It treads enjoyably over old ground, and it has a surprisingly foul mouth, though rather than cruising along with the ease of Allen's best work it tends to hobble, and it closes in a flurry of undecided endings.- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
Here’s the paradox: the closer The Aeronauts gets to peak silliness, the more beautiful it becomes.- The New Yorker
- Posted Dec 2, 2019
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Pauline Kael
Lightning didn't strike three times; the movie is lumbering... I don't think it's going to be a public humiliation, and it's too amorphous to damage our feelings about the first two. [1 Jan 1991]- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
The scenes inside the Institute have a chill, spectral beauty, yet the spookiness doesn't explode. The movie seems a little too cultivated, too cautious.- The New Yorker
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David Denby
Watching the antic inventions of Go for Zucker, I was moved by the thought that Jews have achieved a kind of Germanness again, and even more moved by the thought that Germans have achieved a kind of Jewishness again.- The New Yorker
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Lone Survivor will not please people exasperated by an endless war, but it's an achievement nonetheless. [6 Jan. 2014, p. 73]- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
House of Gucci is Gaga’s movie, and she tears into it with an exuberant yet precise ferocity. She is the main reason why the movie at times transcends the limits of its scripted action.- The New Yorker
- Posted Nov 23, 2021
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Richard Brody
In peeling away the myths of pop culture and its lovable celebrities, Sorkin reveals the source of its mighty and lasting power.- The New Yorker
- Posted Dec 9, 2021
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- Posted Jul 23, 2018
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David Denby
The story of Fernandez and Beck may be grotesque comedy, but Todd Robinson tells it straight, without flinching from its piteousness, horror, or banality.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
This whole production is a mixture of wizardry and ineptitude; the picture has enjoyable moments but it's as uncertain of itself as the title indicates.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Screenwriter Oliver Stone and the director, Alan Parker, have subjected their Billy (Brad Davis) to the most photogenic sadomasochistic brutalization that they could dream up. The film is like a porno fantasy about the sacrifice of a virgin. It rushes from torment to torment, treating Billy's ordeals hyponotically in soft colors -- muted squalor -- with a disco beat in the background.- The New Yorker
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