The New Yorker's Scores
- Movies
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For 3,480 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 1.1 points 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: 1,939 out of 3480
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Mixed: 1,343 out of 3480
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Negative: 198 out of 3480
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Richard Brody
The documentary is a mere encyclopedia-like info-product, which reduces its rich audiovisual archival material and its heartfelt interviews with people who knew and loved Bourdain to freeze-dried sound and image bites. It hardly deserves the attention it’s received—and Neville’s audio stunt, far from marring the film, merely serves as a brazen form of self-promotional publicity.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jul 20, 2021
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The film is redeemed only by the dour, weary, mournful, stubborn, and wise performance of Nicolas Cage, which is not so much a star turn as the project’s sole raison d’être.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jul 19, 2021
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No Ordinary Man challenges the very basis of cultural production, eschewing the familiar accumulation of biographical and historical information and instead questioning the process by which such information is gathered.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jul 19, 2021
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Anthony Lane
Tense and firm at either end, it sags in the middle like a mattress. Also, the grownups are pretty dull and flat, their mood set to maximum glower; luckily, we have Remmy—played first by Brooklynn Prince and later, as a teen-ager, by Nell Tiger Free—to steer us through the doldrums and to energize the plot.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jul 19, 2021
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Richard Brody
In his new film, Casanova, Last Love... Jacquot, who is seventy-four, stands his artistic practice on its head in order to consider it retrospectively. It’s a classic “late film,” one that, with the contemplative distance of experience, approaches his deepest concerns with apparent simplicity.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jul 14, 2021
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Richard Brody
Even great and prolific directors have high points, and this film is one of Hong’s best; its form relies on disturbing ironies to approach one of the mightiest of subjects—the nature of happiness and, in particular, a happy marriage, from the perspective of a married woman.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jul 8, 2021
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Richard Brody
It’s a miniseries’ worth of action that’s crammed into the procrustean bounds of a near-two-hour feature, without the compensating dimensions of symbol and implication.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jul 1, 2021
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Richard Brody
The movie exemplifies the power of the cinema—even the popular and commercial and invigoratingly swingy cinema—to reflect the inner life through imaginative methods that, at the same time, reveal the fractures and complexities of public life with probing and passionate insight.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jun 29, 2021
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Anthony Lane
The acting is of a soaring ineptitude; the deeper Diesel emotes, the more he resembles a man who dabbed too much wasabi on his tuna roll.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jun 28, 2021
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Anthony Lane
Summer of Soul is one of those rare films from which you emerge saying, “My favorite part was that bit. No, that bit. Wait, how about that bit?”- The New Yorker
- Posted Jun 28, 2021
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Richard Brody
The American Sector is an exemplary work of cinema as political action, and proof (if any were needed) that the activist element of a film is inseparable from its well-conceived form.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jun 22, 2021
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Richard Brody
The film’s view of a mind thrown back on itself, and the profound vulnerability, mental derangement, and physical degradation that result, is, true to form, a political horror.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jun 14, 2021
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Anthony Lane
This is classic Petzold territory, where you can dwell in a place, or a relationship, without ever quite belonging there.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jun 14, 2021
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Anthony Lane
To dramatize such binding ideals, for almost two and a half hours, and to conjure precipitous revels from next to nothing, as Miranda and Chu have done, is no small feat.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jun 14, 2021
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Anthony Lane
Whereas Cruella sent me back to Dodie Smith, as a blessed escape from what Disney has done to her creations, Tove dispatched me down a rabbit hole, or through a Moomin door. I recommend the trip.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jun 2, 2021
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Anthony Lane
Emotions are not toyed with glancingly but stretched out and blazoned forth, and the result is that the new film is nearly an hour longer than the original cartoon.- The New Yorker
- Posted Jun 2, 2021
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Richard Brody
A Quiet Place Part II is filled with striking, clever details; it displays no sense whatsoever of the big picture. That failure is the difference between directing and just making a movie.- The New Yorker
- Posted May 27, 2021
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Richard Brody
Its script is junk—but junk brought to the screen with verve.- The New Yorker
- Posted May 18, 2021
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Richard Brody
The movie is also sparing with metaphors and symbols—though the few that Rasoulof builds into the texture of the drama, such as a view of Javad’s wet military uniform hanging from a tree and an image of a fox prowling around a farm, are piercingly effective.- The New Yorker
- Posted May 17, 2021
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Anthony Lane
The plot of The Dry, it has to be said, is not a model of elegance and plausibility. I sniffed out the villain, who barely merits the description, a fair way off, and the dénouement, though it involves the threat of fire-starting, is the dampest of squibs. Yet the film has serious staying power.- The New Yorker
- Posted May 17, 2021
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In its depiction of Guruji’s mastery, The Disciple conjures the wonders and the mysteries of a life that is itself a work of art.- The New Yorker
- Posted May 3, 2021
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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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Her rhapsodic tribute to the teeming artistic apprenticeship that Paris soon offered her isn’t solely a vision of beauty: she also observed, and unsparingly recalls, the political and social ugliness with which she was confronted during her time there.- The New Yorker
- Posted Apr 21, 2021
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Anthony Lane
Eventually, despite a number of Dionysian interludes, not least a drug-driven scooter ride with neither helmets nor clothes, this on-off emotional rhythm grows demoralizing, and the movie becomes a less than appealing blend of rave and rut.- The New Yorker
- Posted Apr 16, 2021
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- Posted Apr 16, 2021
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Anthony Lane
One mark of the Godzilla franchise is the ingenuity with which each director manages to waste the talents of an excellent cast.- The New Yorker
- Posted Apr 2, 2021
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Richard Brody
As in life, intelligence in movies isn’t one-dimensional; it may be woefully lacking from one aspect of a film but shiningly present in another. Although the fight scenes in Nobody offer clever touches, they are nonetheless too stiffly convention-bound to give the movie energy.- The New Yorker
- Posted Mar 30, 2021
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Richard Brody
It is a grind, it is a slog, it is a bore—it’s a mental toothache of a movie, whose ending grants not so much resolution as relief.- The New Yorker
- Posted Mar 18, 2021
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Richard Brody
The director Chris McKim incisively intertwines a generous batch of audio interviews with Wojnarowicz’s friends, family, and associates; a rich set of archival footage to conjure his time and place; and vigorous effects to evoke his inner world.- The New Yorker
- Posted Mar 18, 2021
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Anthony Lane
Yet the movie, less stirring than it ought to be, is peculiarly cramped, lacking the emotional latitude of Bridge of Spies. Spielberg dramatized a clash of moral principles, under the cover story of a thriller, but The Courier is all that it appears to be and not much more.- The New Yorker
- Posted Mar 16, 2021
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