Kim Morgan

Compare it with the book, and it stinks. Look at the film on its own, and it still stinks.

Stinky, boring, aggressively unfunny picture.

So tedious that the experience results in nearly two hours of squirming and cringing.

It's classic movie manipulation gone amok.

Chris Koch exhibits little flair for comedic direction and, though this isn't saying much, you'd be better served watching his previous film, "Snow Day." Ouch.

Working with a weak script and too lightweight for its freakier moments with Green, the picture never gels. Green's the star, but he really should be in a movie much weirder than this one, a film that can accommodate his humor.

A tiresome, hammy and ultimately annoying portrait of the artist as a young drunk.

If ever a film was fit only for straight-to-video release, it's this one.

Taking the film as a thriller, it's neither exciting nor scary, hampered by a middle that plays much too long.

Though it's enjoyable, you can't help but feel the squandered situations and talent, flattened by mediocre writing and direction. Scoff if you will, but the gifted Sandler and his audience deserve better.

A grating experience from start to finish.

Simply something you don't want to touch.

Corky Romano is merely grating. Until he finds a better director than Rob Pritts, Kattan's best bet is to stick with "SNL" impresario Lorne Michaels.

Has a curious train-wreck quality to it that keeps you watching and thinking. (Even if you are thinking things like, Why were these lines ever written? When you hear the "turkey" line, your jaw will drop.)

A lazy, trite comedy that's made by people who don't care either.

Fails to be resonant and, more important, scary.