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At the Movies:
This was funny in the beginning, no question, but then it turned into I thought a sort of a very stale comedy.
I laughed more than I thought I would (though of course hope springs eternal at the movies) and if I ran the Hollywood zoo, I'd give these particular screenwriters another assignment.
Funny ideas bubble up from time to time only to disappear into a morass of stripper jokes and desperation.
It's an unconscionable waste of talent, an immediate embarrassment for Jeremy Piven, Ving Rhames, David Koechner, Ed Helms and Tony Hale. Who knows how much they got paid, but if it wasn't a lot, they were robbed.
The Goods has its exuberant moments. But the people behind the camera don't appear to know what they're doing as well as those in front of it.
J. R. Jones,
It's a grab bag of comic ideas, but some of the gags are impressively perverse.
The comedy concept is solid... It's the execution that's out of alignment in The Goods: Live Hard, Sell Hard.
Making copy editors' lives everywhere easier: The Goods doesn't deliver.
New York Daily News:
The oh-so-out-there mentality earns some chuckles, but that, along with Piven's preening, gets very trying. A hard sell is still a hard sell.
New York Post:
The Goods, which shows signs of considerable tinkering in the editing room, is understandably not getting a hard sell at all by its studio.
It's a car-selling comedy that plays like a backfiring Bentley -- a shiny ride that runs in fits and starts, never quite hitting on all cylinders.
The Goods is not without its share of laughs. But the laughs come with contempt and condescension, not empathy.
The Goods is a cheerfully energetically and very vulgar comedy. If you're okay with that, you may be okay with this film, which contains a lot of laughs and has studied Political Correctness only enough to make a list of groups to offend.
San Francisco Chronicle:
Something about The Goods: Live Hard, Sell Hard feels forgettable, even though, in the moment, it's often very funny.
Minneapolis Star Tribune:
The movie gores many sacred cows, insulting families, capitalism, sexual responsibility, political correctness and smoking bans, with glee if not originality.
Globe and Mail:
This film is like a piano falling on a car -- it may sound funny, but not when it happens to you.
The flick has the right cast to be a funny ride, but instead suffers from a panicky sense of desperation to cram it all in while offending as many people as possible with lowball yuks.
A throng of outrageous supporting characters do little to salvage this stalled effort.
A project about selling used cars invites abuse, but the movie indeed runs out of gas, squandering a wealth of comedy talent mostly associated with television.
The audience will no doubt laugh on cue as The Goods hits its marks with dutiful predictability, but they shouldn't be surprised if they come to feel like they've been had.