This masterpiece of modern cinema depends upon a single truism: A guy getting hit in the nuts a hundred times in a row is funny a hundred times.
| Original Score: 4/4
| Original Score: B+
The most satisfying comedy of the past year -- at least among the ones starring Stiller.
... a hilariously worthy successor to the great goofball comedies of the late Seventies and early Eighties, movies like Caddyshack and Meatballs.
Just watching grown-ups get bombarded by rubber balls, you know? Makes me feel 12 again.
The movie doesn't just pussyfoot around conventionality -- it hits it square in the stomach and then leaps around shamelessly in a smug victory dance.
Thurber makes you forget convention and enjoy a genuine yukfest, full of down-and-dirty (but funny) gags and one-liners, and memorable scenes.
Modestly amusing teen summer comedy.
Gleefully commingles slapstick and scatology, satire and sentiment, in a free-wheeling farce aimed at making auds laugh until they're thoroughly ashamed of themselves.
Eventually falls prey to its own stupidity (including far too many homophobic jokes), and to a surprisingly lacklustre performance by Vince Vaughn.
| Original Score: 2/5
Did that movie just wink at me? I think it did. But I'm not quite sure.
| Original Score: 2.5/4
Yes, the movie's watchable, and there are about six good laughs in it, but six good (not great) laughs in 90 minutes is pretty paltry for a comedy.
| Original Score: 2/4
Too many of [Thurber's] gags rely on easy grunge humor or stunt casting, or simply misfire.
While it doesn't have enough heart to put it in league with the all-time great sports comedies, the film certainly ranks among the more quotable ones.
Reeks of desperation from the start, resorting way too often to the Funniest Home Videos-style spectacle of people getting hit in the crotch with red rubber balls.
| Original Score: 1.5/4
[Stiller] creates a perfect storm of body, facial and vocal expression for every line of dialogue, and you have to admire his co-players for merely maintaining their balance against the bluster.
| Original Score: 3/4
This lame sports comedy is deflated by clichés, from a save-the-farm plot to sadism disguised as slapstick.
| Original Score: C-
Aims low -- and happily hits its target.
| Original Score: B-
More often than not, DodgeBall slings its visual and verbal humor with rapid-fire, spot-on aim without fouling.
Globo is owned by Ben Stiller, overacting to the point of apoplexy as White Goodman; his manic performance is consistently funny.
Rambunctious when it finally gets to Las Vegas, where the championships are held and broadcast on not-real-yet ESPN 8 -- 'the Ocho.'
Feels far too smug about its underachievement to be a persuasive nerd movie: This is more a film by Hollywood frat boys slumming for some quick summer money.
From the same generic mind-set that could just as easily have given us Major League: Concession Stand comes what seems like the 11th Ben Stiller comedy this year.
It's not the end of American cinema, but it may signal either the end of Ben Stiller's ambitions or the launch of a vendetta against his fans.
| Original Score: 0.5/5
This piece of juvenilia all too willingly embraces the team motto of the movie's heroes: Aim low.
The main plot is predictable all the way, but the incidentals are clever.
| Original Score: C+
Entertaining, in the way that encourages maximum brain disengagement.
| Original Score: 3.5/5
Ben Stiller plays a pumped-up fitness guru in a consistently funny sports spoof that unapologetically roots for the über-nerds.
Some movies are funny because they're smart, while other movies are equally funny because they're dumb. More rarely, movies are funny because they involve watching enormous wrenches being hurled at people's groins.
| Original Score: 3.5/4
Vaughn is stuck playing the straight man to a collection of stooges, and he looks utterly bored doing it.
No more a good movie than dodgeball is a sport. But compared to other recent dumb-on-purpose comedies, it's something close to clever.
A lazy, flabby waste.
Shtick that aims for an Airplane- style sense of anarchy but instead hits every below- the-belt spot imaginable.
| Original Score: 1.5/4
Bounces along with a dumb, energetic oomph.
Thurber loads up on plenty of tired, male-identified, low-comedy standbys, including homosexual panic, fat girls and racial caricatures.
Once you get beyond nostalgia for dodging red balls whipped at your head, there's little here.
A comedy so brainless it's actually kind of brilliant.
Offers about 90 minutes of laughter (although the movie runs out of steam during its final third).