Mahershala Ali, still fresh off his prior win in this category, performs utter miracles with the role of jazz pianist Dr. Don Shirley.
Who knew that Will Tippin from Alias and Mother Monster had this much spark between them?
Sam Elliott’s calmly affecting performance is overwhelmed by a doggedly conventional screenplay.
The main character is a collection of insecurities that have been calculatedly assembled so as to teach children the usual lessons about bravery, loyalty, and self-sufficiency.
Paul Weitz’s proudly boisterous star vehicle for Lily Tomlin has about as many ambitions as it does delusions.
It devolves now and then into cartoonish cutesiness with its broadly drawn minor characters.
The cruelly obvious third act congeals the film as a wet-eyed monument to the Kevin Costner character’s particular brand of American manliness.
James Glickenhaus’s film deals in chest hair.
A would-be thriller masquerading a long, dry monument to the reliability and comfort of community, blindly cocooned by its own nostalgic self-regard.
A somewhat amusing yet trite example of the modern-day screwball comedy.