The New York Film Critics Circle Award for Best Director is one of the awards given by the New York Film Critics Circle to honour the finest achievements in filmmaking.
In the last three (1970s, 1980s and 1990s) decades the New York Film Critics have rarely made the same choice as the Academy (Oscars). Over the period 1970-1999 only in 1977: Woody Allen for Annie Hall and in 1991: Jonathan Demme for The Silence of the Lambs the NYFCC made the same chose for Best Director as the Academy. It's notable that in this decade (2000-2009), the critics group have already agreed with the Oscars on six occasions: 2000 Steven Soderbergh for Traffic, 2004 Clint Eastwood for Million Dollar Baby, 2005 Ang Lee for Brokeback Mountain, 2006 Martin Scorsese for The Departed, 2007 Coen brothers for No Country for Old Men and 2009 Kathryn Bigelow for The Hurt Locker.
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