Tank Girl 1995

Critics score:
38 / 100

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Janet Maslin, New York Times: Chief among its strong points is Lori Petty, a buzz-cut fashion plate in a Prozac necklace, who brings the necessary gusto to Tank Girl's flippancy. Read more

Jonathan Rosenbaum, Chicago Reader: Lori Petty does a nice job in the title role of this enjoyable 1995 feature based on the postapocalyptic SF comic book and set in the year 2033. Read more

Kenneth Turan, Los Angeles Times: Watching Tank Girl is as disorienting as waking up in someone else's bad dream. You want to get out as fast as possible, but all the exits seem to be blocked. Read more

Owen Gleiberman, Entertainment Weekly: An aspiring cult film that would rather be cute than dangerous. Read more

Bruce Diones, New Yorker: Lori Petty does her tough-talking best to breathe some life into the comic-book action, but it's not enough. Read more

James Berardinelli, ReelViews: One of those chew-the-popcorn, munch-the-candy flicks - - the kind you go into expecting to have a good time, but nothing more. Given those expectations, disappointment is as unlikely as boredom. Read more

Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun-Times: Enormous energy went into this movie. I could not, however, care about it for much more than a moment at a time, and after awhile its manic energy wore me down. Read more

Geoff Andrew, Time Out: Generous souls may try to blame this travesty of the Deadline comic-strip on the studio execs who forced director Talalay to tone down and re-edit her cut. Read more

Leonard Klady, Variety: The movie version of the graphic comic book is a classic case of kitchen-sink filmmaking, in which the principals have thrown everything into the stew, hoping enough will stick to the audience. Read more

Richard Harrington, Washington Post: The result is a bracing film that's halfway between a string of MTV videos (Courtney Love put together the edgy soundtrack) and some of that network's over-the-top cartoons. Read more

Desson Thomson, Washington Post: The story, which feels like a disjointed collection of low-budget rock videos more than a coherent plot, just rocks idly on its pseudo-fashionable backside. Read more