The film’s repetitive and lifeless dialogue robs otherwise charismatic performers of distinguishing characteristics.
Isabel Coixet’s intermittent visual flourishes do little to amplify the stakes of her low-key narrative.
Initially colorful, the screenplay’s lurid and overripe dialogue eventually grinds the film to a halt.
It intimately focuses on its main character’s personal triumphs and refuses to fall into heavy-handed polemicism.
Like its predecessor, John Madden’s film is a charming example of what great actors can do with mediocre material.
The film the tough true story has spawned is as formulaically cheery, didactically “uplifting,” and fundamentally false as a Disney sports movie.
A surprisingly thoughtful romantic comedy that shirks a great deal of reason and consequence in the name of love.
This epic waste of $190 million plunders the grab bag of overused plotlines, failing to put its own stamp on much of anything.
It panders to viewers by diluting its lesson, which teaches that some comfort zones can only be truly abandoned on the other side of the world.