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''Arguably the worst reconstitution of a '50s sci-fi classic since the ghastly Godzilla remake.'' (Houston Chronicle) | |
''An overwrought, cornpone, Southern-gothic 'Twilight Zone' padded to feature length.'' (Film Journal) | |
''Tries to set some kind of record for regurgitating sports movie cliches faster than any film that's run before.'' (LA Daily News) | |
''Well, everybody knows November means just one thing to most folks: a big, fat turkey.'' (Kalamazoo Gazette) | |
''Even if Reeves could act, his character as written would be flatter than a floppy disk.'' (Washington Post) | |
''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) | |
''It's really kind of a dirty scummy piece of work.'' (Richard Roeper) | |
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''Watchable if you care for loudly fermenting garbage.'' (San Diego Union-Tribune) | |
''I can't believe that even the most rabid chick-flick masochists wouldn't gag on it.'' (Rolling Stone) | |
''Second-hand plot, small-time characters, limited and movieish vision, and bad performances for Reeves and Diaz.'' (Variety) | |
''The film is a soggy mess, essentially a loud, wild 100-minute battle movie bookended by an incomprehensible beginning and a laughable ending.'' (Washington Post) | |
''If you've ever wanted to see Keanu Reeves go to hell, this is your chance.'' (Boulder Weekly) | |
''The affair between them is tepid and squeaky-clean; when he's with her, the look on Reeves's face says, 'And you are . . . ?''' (Washington Post) | |
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