Review of The New World (2005) by Anthony Lane for The New Yorker — 02 Nov 2010
Whole passages of non-event stream by, and you half want to scream, and yet--damn it all--by the end of The New World the spell of the images, plus the enigma of Kilcher's expression (she is as sculpted as an idol, and every bit as amenable to worship), somehow breaks you down.
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This review of The New World (2005) was written by Anthony Lane and published by The New Yorker on 02 Nov 2010.
The New World has generally received positive reviews.
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