Reviews

Seems like it should come free with purchase of detergent.

At last, a comedy made for people who love jokes about toner.

An experiment in mental and emotional alteration that likewise thinks it will blow your mind. It’s wrong.

An emotionally attuned, low-key story that knows its characters well and feels authentic about being young should be up most people’s alley.

It would be a stretch to call it “High Flying Bird” for dummies, but the movie is both warmer than you might expect and disappointing in its lack of interest in complexity in its characters or story.

Two blah movies in one, stirred together like peanut butter and glass cleaner. Consume at your own risk.

Clueless about love, weird about sex and dumb about movies.

Highly quotable and rather forgettable is better than most.

Seems to think TBT means totally, bafflingly terrible.

Few romantic comedies are as obnoxiously erratic.

A social examination of how teams function -- while also warping coming-of-age into addiction and persistence into body horror.

Treats sensible human behavior as a foreign language it doesn’t speak.

If it’s neither fun nor searing, even those iconic pointy ears might struggle to hear the point.

Causes more discomfort, not less.

Whether or not this is a good movie should be the new, "What color is this dress?"

The first time that depth eludes a filmmaker so skilled at merging entertainment with emotional weight.

The cinematic equivalent of waiting for your bread to toast, only to realize hours later you forgot to plug in the damn thing.

A really good movie you can recommend to almost no one.

Hardly an enlightened examination of modern manhood.

More likely to furrow the brow than flutter the heart.