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Los Angeles Times:
It wants ever so desperately to be successfully hip and offbeat, but it can't manage to make it happen.
At a time when action and effects dominate the movies, it's plain refreshing to run into a picture that rolls around playfully in the language.
Dallas Morning News:
Comes off more like a schizophrenic, self-aware jumble of genres -- not to mention a supreme waste of star power.
New York Times:
An amiable reminder that not all screen laughter has to spring from gross-out sight gags involving bodily orifices, appendages and effluvia.
A passably diverting entry in the Tarantino genre of splatter and yuks and soulfully bumbling hit men.
To its many producers, teaming Julia Roberts and Brad Pitt for the first time was obviously of far greater importance than finding a good story and a strong director.
Every now and then, when this picaresque caper loses its way, you can imagine Pitt and Roberts, each posed prettily on a lily pad, ribbitting BRAD. JULIA. BRAD. JULIA.
Incomprehensible story about a priceless gun, a pair of lovers and who cares?
A mixed bag -- the comedy is generally effective, and some of the drama works, but the adventure and romance elements are dead on arrival.
Gandolfini comes in from left field and provides a character with dimensions and surprises, bringing out the best in Roberts.
One of those movies you go to see at 7 p.m., look at your watch three hours later and see that it says 7:45.
It's tough to believe anyone could read this script and fail to realize the movie wouldn't end up going anywhere.
Verbinski's direction is loose, fluid and attractive, and the entire cast seems to be having a grand time.