''Logic is mocked, plot strands capriciously abandoned. Actors chew upholstery, and the heroine has so many 'Don't open that door, lady!' moments that the movie starts to play like an unintended parody of overblown hokum.'' (San Francisco Chronicle)
''Your brain will likely feel sucker-punched by the end of this obtuse ****storm, which falls flat faster than you can say Attack of the Clones.'' (Hollywood.com)
''A lumpy, gaseous treatise of a movie.'' (New York Times)
''I can't believe that even the most rabid chick-flick masochists wouldn't gag on it.'' (Rolling Stone)
''The last time Bullock and Reeves were together on screen the result was Speed. This should have been entitled Stop.'' (Guardian)
''Watchable if you care for loudly fermenting garbage.'' (San Diego Union-Tribune)
''You can't buy Keanu as a sadist, but you do worry about the guys who wrote the screenplay.'' (Globe and Mail)
''If you've ever wanted to see Keanu Reeves go to hell, this is your chance.'' (Boulder Weekly)
''Entirely beyond redemption.'' (Time Out)
''Tries to set some kind of record for regurgitating sports movie cliches faster than any film that's run before.'' (LA Daily News)
''Might as well come with a bouncing ball so members of the audience can recite the dialogue along with the actors.'' (New York Times)
''Even if Reeves could act, his character as written would be flatter than a floppy disk.'' (Washington Post)
''Undramatic and unexciting computer-graphics special effects designed to show what's inside Reeves' head. On the evidence, there isn't much.'' (Variety)
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