The New Yorker's Scores
- Movies
- TV
For 3,481 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 3481
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Mixed: 1,344 out of 3481
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Negative: 198 out of 3481
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Pauline Kael
One of the rare films that genuinely deserve to be called controversial. I think people will really fight about it. It's the story of a woman who has a second chance thrust on her; she knows enough not to make the same mistake again, but she isn't sure of much else. Neither is the movie. Alice is thoroughly enjoyable: funny, absorbing, intelligent even when you don't believe in what's going on--when the issues it raises get all fouled up. [13 Jan 1975, p.74]- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Despite the fluent editing and the close-in documentary techniques and the sophisticated graphics, the pictures is a later version of the one-to-one correlation of an artist's life and his art which we used to get in movies about painters and songwriters. Hoffman makes a serious, honorable try, but his Lenny is a nice boy. Lenny Bruce was uncompromisingly not nice.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
This all-star version of an Agatha Christie antiquity promises to be a sumptuous spread, and so it is, but not as tasty as one had hoped.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
The scenes are often unshaped, and so rudderless that the meanings don't emerge. Rowlands externalizes schizophrenic dissolution; she fragments before our eyes. But her prodigious performance is enough for half a dozen tours de force--it's exhausting.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
The picture is swill, but it isn't a cheat; it's an entertaining marathon of Grade-A destruction effects, with B-picture stock characters spinning through it.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
The film is a one-of-a-kind entertainment, with a kinetic, breakneck wit.- The New Yorker
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Processed schlock. This could only have been designed as a TV movie and then blown up to cheapie-epic proportions.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
With this film, Wenders crystallized his style of existential sentimentality. His cool eye for urbanism and design blends a love of kitsch with a hatred for commercialism, historicism with a fear of history’s ghosts.- The New Yorker
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Anthony Lane
By means of suggestive editing, plus a potent score by Patrick Gowers, Hazan makes us feel that we are watching a mystery. Naturally, no solution is provided.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
The script, by James Toback, is a grandiloquent, egocentric novel written as a film; it spells everything out, and the director Karel Reisz's literal-minded, proficient style calls attention to how airless and schematic it is.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
Ozu’s despairing view of postwar Japan looks as harshly at blind modernization as it does at decadent tradition.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
For all its bone-crunching collisions, it's almost irresistibly good-natured and funny.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Uneven and often clumsy, yet with a distinctive satirical charm, the picture is full of misfits and faddists and social casualties.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
The film holds you, in a suffocating way. Polanski never lets the story tell itself. It's all over-deliberate, mauve, nightmarish; everyone is yellow-lacquered, and evil runs rampant. You don't care who is hurt, since everything is blighted. And yet the nastiness has a look, and a fascination.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
One of those errors-of-science thrillers; it's an even worse error of moviemaking.- The New Yorker
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Richard Brody
One of the few great films based on a great book; its acerbic humor matches the tale’s stifled horror of stifling morals.- The New Yorker
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Michael Sragow
Thanks to Walter Murch’s keen, intuitive sound montage and Hackman’s clammy, subtle performance, the movie captures a more elusive and universal fear—that of losing the power to respond, emotionally and morally, to the evidence of one’s own senses.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
Lester's decorative clutter is the best thing about the film: he loves scurrilous excess. But the whole thing feels hectic and forced. You want some gallantry and charm; you don't want joke, joke, joke.- The New Yorker
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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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With ideas skimmed off the top of various systems of thought, Zardoz is a glittering cultural trash pile.- The New Yorker
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Tyson's performance and Korty's tact are more than enough to compensate for the flaws.- The New Yorker
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Eastwood's gun power makes him the hero of a totally nihilistic dream world. Ted Post's direction is mediocre; the script by John Milius and Michael Cimino is cheaply effective.- The New Yorker
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This is a visually claustrophobic, mechanically plotted movie that's meant to be a roguishly charming entertainment, and many people probably consider it just that.- The New Yorker
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Standard gory imitation of Dirty Harry, The French Connection, and Bullitt.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
It's a very even work, with no thudding bad lines and no low stretches, but it doesn't have the loose, manic highs of some of Allen's other films.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
The film is distinguished by the fine performances of Nicholson and Quaid, and by remarkably well-orchestrated profane dialogue. It's often very funny. It's programmed to wrench your heart, though-it's about the blasted lives of people who discover their humanity too late.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
This is the fanciest, most carefully assembled enigma yet put on screen...Using du Maurier as a base, Roeg comes closer to getting Borges on the screen than those who have tried it directly, but there's a distasteful clamminess about the picture. Roeg's style is in love with disintegration.- The New Yorker
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Pauline Kael
The theme is richly comic, and the film is great fun, even though it sacrifices Serpico's story--one of the rare hopeful stories of the time--for a cynical, downbeat finish.- The New Yorker
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