Most critics rate Deliverance highly, and the praise settles on the same places: John Boorman’s direction, Vilmos Zsigmond’s photography of the river and its banks, and the rafting sequences themselves. The performances are praised almost everywhere. Most also read the film as an allegory, whether of masculinity under threat, of a wilderness already ruined by the civilisation that comes to visit it, or of the American middle-class male after Vietnam.
The reservations gather around the script and the violence. Variety and Roger Ebert, both writing on the original release, argue the film exploits its brutality rather than examining it, and that its philosophising amounts to little. The New Yorker finds the story a simple collection of myths about manhood, a good yarn as long as nobody gets metaphysical about it. The spread is wide, from full marks to the middle, and it is largely the later reviews that are warmest.
