An overstuffed, underfed numbskull movie.

The need for a sequel was zero - proved by the fact that the characters end the movie pretty much exactly where they started it.

Has an air of detachment and sadness, enhanced by the movie's being set a full quarter century ago.

Hackl weaves scenes from the previous films into this one in clever ways, without adding to the confusion. The director also does a good job of maintaining the dark tone, which includes FBI offices that look as if they're being illuminated by night-lights, and dungeons that look as if you'd catch a venereal disease or two just by touching the door handles.

A comedy so unfunny, it's tragic.

A dull, boring, poorly acted, limply written and thoroughly unappealing fantasy, featuring bland characters locked in a struggle of no interest.

Knows its audience and doesn't stint on the flatulence jokes, poop jokes, leg-humping dogs and moments of homo-panic.

A truly awful mix of bad direction, nonsensical story line and dialogue that appears to have been made up on the spot.

It's a dishonest satire that manages to be (disingenuously) contemptuous of white people and (unintentionally) condescending toward black people, without ever being funny.

Nobody would claim it adds up to much of a comedy. It's strictly for someone looking for a goof-off.

Has an unrelenting staccato quality. Some would say a jackhammer quality.

Why, if Chase is such a funny guy, does he make such unfunny movies?

Bitch Slap is garbage. It's self-aware garbage - garbage that explores and celebrates, in postmodern fashion, precisely what it means to be garbage. But that doesn't make it stink any less.

It is an embarrassment and an insult to a character that has been beloved by kids for 45 years.

No one is likely to claim it's a great, or even good, movie, but it does offer some guilty pleasures.

What we have here isn't a disaster, exactly, but a very handsomely produced let-down.

This land of sweetness and light may appeal to many, but to some it is going to seem like living hell.

Less an original product than a shoddy tribute to other mediocre cop movies.

This is the weird thing, Old Dogs is not that bad.

That closing-credits sequence is by far the funniest thing in the disappointing movie,

Why was the sight of scrawny Woody Allen kissing pretty Diane Keaton never revolting, while scrawny David Spade kissing beautiful Sophie Marceau in Lost & Found is the creepiest cinematic sight of the year?

The temptation arises to say something nice about Grown Ups 2 just because it doesn't cause injury. But no, it's a bad movie, too, just old-school bad, the kind that's merely lousy and not an occasion for migraines or night sweats.

It's an interesting technique -- the blurring of reality and "movies" -- but Korine's objective is so narrow and mean, and his viewpoint so colored by smug, adolescent condescension, that Gummo comes off like a mean-spirited prank.

To call this effort misguided would be kind. The job this "prequel" does on the original Dumb and Dumber is the movie equivalent of surgery that removes all the vital organs and then gives the patient a prosthetic third arm. What's needed isn't there, and what's here we don't need.

Wild Orchid is a funny movie, an unintentional scream that sets itself up as a journey into the land of eroticism. [28 Apr 1990, p.C3]

Ill conceived and unworthy (and dull and ridiculous).

Movies don't get much worse.

Cheesy.