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New York Times:
Mr. Zicherman needs a better crew, some time with the Criterion Collection and a fresher story, one perhaps not plucked from his own life.
It's too broad to qualify as incisive, too mild to rise above the level of amusing.
The movie's messy, predictable, occasionally sitcom-shallow, but it's blessed with a cast of pro farceurs-including Amy Poehler and Jane Lynch-who put a spin on almost everything they do.
The film is too broad to be discerning, but there are a few laughs here and there, thanks to a solid comedic ensemble.
A solid debut for Zicherman, and a worthy vehicle for Scott and company.
The comedy will strike a chord with viewers who've had to "be the adult" in relationships with divorced parents.
Los Angeles Times:
Even with Adam Scott, Richard Jenkins, Catherine O'Hara, Jane Lynch and Amy Poehler on board, the results are regrettably forgettable.
A syndrome that may provide food for thought but not a lot of laughs.
New York Daily News:
Any movie starring these justly adored actors is likely to have its share of highlights and both are, indeed, delightful to watch.
There's an undertone of score-settling to this not-so-romantic comedy, a bitterness that's sometimes unpleasant and sometimes wickedly funny.
Minneapolis Star Tribune:
The tone is irresolute, as if Zicherman, a self-proclaimed A.C.O.D., hadn't fully resolved his feelings before spinning them into this lumpy comedic drama.
This is the sort of movie you watch on a long flight because you like at least one of the cast members, and you laugh a few times, and then you forget that you ever saw it.
Too sluggish for farce and too glib for a trenchant social satire, A.C.O.D. is several sessions short of a breakthrough.
A spotty comedy with a great cast and a catchy title that falls apart in the final third.
Carter's existential crisis simply isn't interesting enough to sustain the movie, even at a scant 87 minutes, no matter how likable the leading man.
Zicherman should have trusted his dark instincts; he did too much micromanaging of his own.
New York Magazine/Vulture:
A.C.O.D. is reasonably pleasant and therapeutic and antiseptic and you just wish somebody would bring a chandelier down on somebody else at some point.
"A.C.O.D." may leave a slightly sour aftertaste. As a look at the state of modern monogamy - or at least our enduring if misguided faith in it - it's refreshingly acerbic.