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Robinson never lets her feature film debut -- expanded from a festival short after drawing raves at Sundance 2003 -- stray too far from its satiric base.
A former short film stretched beyond the interest of its wanly amusing riffs, it settles for easy, familiar jokes and slack storyline tension.
Even if it doesn't add up to a whole lot, the movie is content to tickle you gently more than jab you in the ribs. These days, that's saying a lot. Alas.
Those who are hoodwinked into leaving home for such deliberate mediocrity may get a sense that the movie's biggest joke is at their expense.
New York Observer:
D.E.B.S. stands for 'Discipline, Energy, Beauty, Strength' -- none of which is remotely detectable in a single frame.
The character traits of the D.E.B.S. are only slightly more useful than the color-coded uniforms of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Globe and Mail:
The most endearing aspect of D.E.B.S., a sweet-spirited spoof, is that the lesbian romance is played for real, with no nudge-nudge wink-wink irony.
Only the world of X-rated movies overlooks such flimsiness of plot, absence of acting talent, cheap special effects, banal dialogue and scantily clad young women.
Plays less like a send-up of Charlie's Angels than one of the endless D-list satires that clogged theaters 40 years ago near the end of the 007-inspired spy cycle.
'Did you go to Dalton?' If you did, and played Buffy beer shots at your safety school, this one's for you.
It's so spoofy it's difficult to call 'good' or even 'bad'; just say it's smooth.