The most humorous actor in the film, Joey Kern as Sweet Lou the cradle-robbing ladies' man, gets laughs only because he's performing a note-for-note rip-off of the Matthew McConaughey character in "Dazed and Confused."

It’s a film that feels instantly antiquated, despite its attempts to capture Gen Z angst.

Serious intent may be lurking somewhere in there, but it's buried under layers of stupidity - not just stupid jokes, which is what you want from Sandler, but also stupid, shallow thinking.

One of those comedies in which almost everything good about it is extraneous. There are funny lines and quirky bits, but in terms of story and character, the movie is empty and pointless.

There’s no one to root for, not even the dead girl. Nothing seems important enough.

In Step Up 3D, what's going on is: nothing.

Builds into a shapeless riff on the existentialist misery of company.

Spirited was never going to be any good, but it would have been slightly better — and a change of pace — if Reynolds and Ferrell had switched roles.

The problem comes down to this: If you take the spirituality out of Ben-Hur, you take the Ben-Hur out of Ben-Hur.

Poor casting is compounded by a ludicrous script.

It’s far from the worst movie ever produced, but it’s a one-of-a-kind disaster, and therefore interesting.

Belushi is profoundly unfunny. Opportunities are provided for him to do shtick -- running amok in the jacuzzi, drooling over a pretty girl -- and it's like watching a form of communication from an alien civilization. What is he doing up there? [17 Aug 1990, p.E11]

The strain and desperation are apparent from the first scene.

A pile of junk.

A final word about Bardem: He’s simply terrific. With his shaggy curly hair, exaggerated showmanship, athletic dance moves and operatic gestures, Hector is part Willy Wonka and part Gene Kelly — it’s Bardem’s most off-the-rails performance since his turn as a James Bond villain in “Skyfall.”

Never comes alive.

Had a lot of promise, but ultimately isn't very funny.

Fans of previous incarnations are advised to check their nostalgia at the door, while the uninitiated may simply check their brains.

You can't fool me. I know it's actually a parlor game.

It isn't smart or even very scary.

While The Assassin is a noble misfire, here’s hoping Hou, who is 68, can saddle up for another ride soon. Another decade would be too long to wait for another vision from this most special director.

A wretched comedy about middle-aged romance.

Floats is corny and false, with a script by Steven Rogers that's almost 100 percent artificial sweetener.

A great role becomes an unenviable chore, in which a superb comic actress finds herself trying to sell a series of unfunny comic situations by mugging and pushing with all her might. It's an unflattering spectacle for all concerned.

The Ice Age screenwriters seem to be making up the rules as they go along, distracted by tired side plots to give the other characters a reason to exist in the film.

There are barrages of fast cuts to distract us from the fact that the director is showing us no real action.

An agony of bad plotting and whimsical, lifeless scenes.

These people are so stupid that they make us think, well, wait a second: Maybe those livers and kidneys could be put to better use.