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''All that's vaguely funny or Christmassy about this are the sweaty beads of desperation which string together like fairy-lights across Affleck's forehead.'' (BBC) | |
''Nearly as unwatchable as it is unpronounceable.'' (LA Times) | |
''The cinematic equivalent of Styrofoam: a weightless romantic comedy of synthetic feelings.'' (Rolling Stone) | |
''After a while, you stop paying attention and start wondering just how big an idiot the filmmakers mistook you for.'' (LA Daily News) | |
''You've seen Roadrunner cartoons with more suspense than this entirely predictable hash.'' (Austin Chronicle) | |
''One of the wimpiest wartime romances ever filmed.'' (USA Today) | |
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''Affleck is out-acted by everyone else in the cast, including the infant who plays his daughter.'' (Northwest Herald) | |
''A series of bad scenes connected by empty characters, most of whom seem like leftovers from scripts abandoned long ago.'' (Detroit News) | |
''About as moving as a month-old Kleenex.'' (LA Times) | |
''Like reliving your 20s, without any of the fun.'' (Time) | |
''A gruesome Cannonball Run with Piven flesh as the trophy.'' (Slate) | |
''The movie is an assault on the eyes, the ears, the brain, common sense and the human desire to be entertained.'' (Roger Ebert) | |
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