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Under Craig Gillespie's uninspired direction, the humor eventually settles into stale, familiar pratfalls.
While two novice screenwriters are officially credited with the script, the movie lurches around like something assembled by committee.
Mr. Woodcock. Funny, right? Mr. Woodcock, Mr. Woodcock, Mr. Woodcock. Gets funnier every time, doesn't it?
The finished product feels like the unloved child of a bad marriage where the only thing anyone remembers is the sharp edges.
Thornton and Sarandon should have their Oscars repossessed, or at least temporarily revoked, for appearing in this insipid comedy.
In this post-Apatow-the-arrested-development-genius world, it can't compete. The only thing worth watching is Sarandon, popping in from a classier reality.
Detroit Free Press:
Poehler, perversely, is so hilarious and has such terrific dialogue that she seems to have been flown in from another, funny movie.
Director Craig Gillespie keeps things moving along at a brisk clip, without doing anything particularly distracting or stylistic.
Mr. Woodcock is often as juvenile and predictable as its title suggests. Yet, this dark comedy about a self-help author plotting revenge on his sadistic former gym coach gets honest laughs because of performances that ring universally true.
New York Daily News:
You can guess how it all ends, but getting there is a repetitious parade of put-downs and smackdowns that suggest you can't go home again.
New York Post:
Thornton's straight-faced growl is consistently funny throughout this mild but effective comedy.
For Woodcock to deliver, the leads needed to amp things up, to bring their A-game, or at least match the effort they've thrown at previous versions of these characters.
To laugh at parts of this film would indicate one has a streak of Woodcockism in oneself. But to gaze in stupefied fascination is perfectly understandable.
San Francisco Chronicle:
This film apparently sat around for a few years before being released. It's unlikely to make waves now, but Thornton and Scott do set off a few entertaining ripples.
This movie makes a much better case study for aspiring entertainment executives than it does a cinematic experience. What it most emphatically is not is a date movie.
There's more genuine humor to be gleaned from saying 'Woodcock' over and over again than from watching Mr. Woodcock.
Director Craig Gillespie clearly knows a few things; most important: If you have only 95 minutes of material, make an only 95-minute movie. Amazing how often that's forgotten.