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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Pauline Kael
The writer-director Robert Benton is unquestionably intelligent, but he seems to have misplaced his sense of humor, and this murder mystery set in Manhattan shows almost no evidence of the nasty streak that's part of the pleasure of a good thriller, or of the manipulative skills that might give us a few tremors.- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
The year's most divided movie to date; everything that happens in the higher realms, vaguely derived from Nordic legend, is posturing nonsense, whereas the scenes down here are managed, for the most part, with dexterity and wit. [16 May 2011, p. 133]- The New Yorker
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David Denby
Sean Penn’s Into the Wild is certainly visual--it’s entirely too visual, to the point of being cheaply lyrical.- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
The movie takes time to warm up, it weakens into soppiness at the end, and the game itself, if you think it through, makes very little sense.- The New Yorker
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David Denby
Zwick can’t find anything fresh in this deeply pious East-meets-West stuff. The movie comes close to dying between battle scenes. [8 December 2003, p. 139]- The New Yorker
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David Denby
The movie's conceits are just barely endurable, but the sharpness of Dörrie's eye--for Tokyo's electric night, for Fuji's iconographic landscapes, for cherry blossoms--sustains emotion even when story logic fails.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Yes, it's a collection of barbs and sick jokes, but it's not fun, and it lacks a punch line...The young, inexperience director, Michael Lehmann, doesn't find the right mood for the gags. [17 Apr 1989]- The New Yorker
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David Denby
The ineluctable downward pull of absolutely everything in this movie is more exasperating than moving. [12 January 2004, p. 86]- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
The film's technical achievements may be complex, but its emotions are facile.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jun 28, 2016
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David Denby
The filmmakers peddle fear and then try to claim the moral high ground; the treatment is foolish, confused, and borderline irresponsible.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Probably the first mistake was to approach the book cap in hand, and the next was to hire Pinter; the film needed a writer who would fill in what's missing--Pinter's art is the art of taking away.- The New Yorker
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Justin Chang
I don’t buy it, Jane Austen wouldn’t buy it, and deep down I don’t think Song buys it. In attempting to merge escapist pleasures with financial realities, Materialists trips up on its own high-mindedness.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jun 9, 2025
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Pauline Kael
The facetious dialogue is a wet blanket, and De Palma isn't quite up to his apparent intention -- to provide cheap thrills that are also a parody of old corn.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
The director, Desiree Akhavan, who wrote the script with Cecilia Frugiuele (adapting a novel by Emily M. Danforth), expresses and elicits apt outrage, but the action is schematic and the characters are thinly sketched.- The New Yorker
- Posted Aug 1, 2018
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David Denby
While re-creating the vast swing of German forces in and out of Russia, Kadelbach tries to capture the inner turmoil of two men. Call it half a victory.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jan 27, 2014
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David Denby
Strange, empty movie, a metaphysical Cracker Jack box without a prize in its empty-calorie depths.- The New Yorker
- Posted Feb 28, 2011
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Pauline Kael
Full of forced, unnaturally fast quips that one might, in a state of extreme exhaustion, find fairly funny.- The New Yorker
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David Denby
Nothing in the movie makes sense, but I prefer to think that Ride Along is just a badly told joke, rather than an insult to its audience.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jan 27, 2014
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Anthony Lane
As I took off my gray-lensed 3-D spectacles at the end of Monsters vs. Aliens, I felt not so much immersed as fuzzy with exhaustion. What I had seen struck me less as a herald of shining possibility than as a thrill ride back to the future--back, that is, to an idea of the future, and a stale one at that.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Kubrick suppresses most of the active elements that make movies pleasurable. The film says that people are disgusting but things are lovely. And a narrator (Michael Hordern) tells you what's going to happen before you see it.- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
What binds and clads the new movie most thoroughly, however, is not storytelling but the high pressure of atmosphere.- The New Yorker
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Justin Chang
It’s hard not to conclude that, in the case of “Eden,” Howard simply isn’t mean enough for this material. His temperament is better suited to stories of heroic resilience than ones of greed, bloodlust, and cynical isolationism.- The New Yorker
- Posted Aug 27, 2025
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David Denby
Not even Neeson, with his strength and his wounded-giant vulnerability, can prevent our interest in Unknown from sliding into contempt.- The New Yorker
- Posted Feb 28, 2011
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Pauline Kael
In its own sombre, inflated terms, the picture is effective, but it's dragged out so many self-importantly that you have time to recognize what a hopelessly naive, incompetent, and untrustworthy lawyer the hero is.- The New Yorker
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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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Pauline Kael
You look at the screen even though there's nothing to occupy your mind--the way you sometimes sit in front of the TV, numbly, because you can't rouse yourself for the effort it takes to go to bed.- The New Yorker
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It's a beautiful disaster, like a bomb test out in the middle of nowhere. [7 Oct 1991, p.100]- The New Yorker
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David Denby
The trouble with Holofcener's scheme is that the center of the movie is dead. Olivia has no drives or hopes or powerful regrets. She has nothing to say, and Aniston does most of her acting with her lower lip.- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
A frantic and funny diversion, but it pales and tires before its time is up. It doesn't know the meaning of enough.- The New Yorker
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