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New York Post:
I couldn't figure out what these two movies - one larkish but trivial, the other emotionally ambitious - have to do with one another. Neither, apparently, could Turturro.
New York Observer:
John Turturro is a gifted and charming actor, but he has a fatal desire to be a film director and is cursed with no talent whatsoever for the job.
Wall Street Journal:
"Fading Gigolo" is almost retrograde enough to be daring, but the pace is tentative, the comedy is dull ...
Turturro's direction owes a little something to Spike Lee, and a lot to Woody Allen.
The chemistry is just right between Allen and Turturro, who immediately register as best friends for life, and between Stone and Turturro, whose mutual awkwardness gives way to a goofy form of passion.
John Turturro brings sensitivity and intelligence to a subject that could have gone terribly awry in this wryly observant dramedy.
If you can accept the ethnic roundelay, Fading Gigolo is, in its own Martian way, a pretty tender film about loneliness and the need for human connection.
A slight, minor comedy that feels like something Woody Allen might have come up with on a lazy afternoon.
This is the most confident of Turturro's directing jobs and one of his tenderest performances; at times the movie's a mess, but it goes to such special places that you don't mind.
The premise is preposterous and many of the gags are tasteless, yet the tone is gentle, even elegiac, and the players are surprisingly sensitive.
"Fading Gigolo" may be far from perfect, but it's near impossible to dislike.
One of the most shameless vanity projects I've ever seen.
An odd, sometimes funny, other times touching, always modest look at a strange bunch of New Yorkers.
Los Angeles Times:
Artful, insightful and at times very, very funny, much of its wry humor is due to Allen, who co-stars opposite Turturro.
Turturro has many dots that he never connects here.
This vulgar and outlandish locker-room tale is written, directed, and performed by John Turturro with such sincerity, relish, heart, and good humor that it almost sneaks through ...
New York Times:
Mr. Turturro's musical choices in "Fading Gigolo" tend to feel, like so much here, generically applied instead of meaningfully coaxed from some essential, lived-in truth.
Orange County Register:
This tall-tale New York comedy about a florist and a book dealer who become a prostitute and a pimp is so wispy that it's hit or miss and overlong at 90 minutes.
Fading Gigolo gets an extra star merely for showcasing the egg cream, the Brooklyn beverage that is the nectar of the gods. Shalom!
A slight movie but enjoyable nevertheless even if its brevity hints at something that, given more time to breathe, could have been a richer, more rewarding experience.
St. Louis Post-Dispatch:
While Allen emerges from this mash-up relatively unscathed, Turturro as an implausible male prostitute gets maimed at the intersection of comedy and drama.
Globe and Mail:
The preposterousness of this plot marks Fading Gigolo as a vanity project, but it's hard to take Turturro too much to task when he hits so many other grace notes in between blowing his own horn.
A story that pretends to be about sex but is actually focused on revealing the true nature of intimacy.
If you've missed the fumbling Allen of Broadway Danny Rose, out of his element and only the "beard," that guy is back.
A slight, comical and intermittently affecting film about loneliness and desire.
We'll take messy and interesting over neat and uninteresting any day - especially when a movie has as much heart as this.
Resolute if somewhat off-kilter, it always keeps moving. And where else are you going to see the tres adorable French pop star and actress Vanessa Paradis as a Brooklyn lice-picker?
New York Magazine/Vulture:
What puts Fading Gigolo over the top is the presence of Allen, who's just the sort of earthy, fast-talking foil the moony Turturro needs.
As a filmmaker, Turturro evokes a sense of this community that's surprisingly nuanced and rich.