The two stars...[Casey Affleck and Matt Damon]...both playing characters named Gerry, wander across the desert for some reason, and if you enjoy watching them on any pretext, you'll probably enjoy this; if you don't, you won't.
If you can get lost along with it, Van Sant's Gerry is actually anything but empty: At times it's tonically liberating.
| Original Score: 4/5
Fascinating, even if perversely so, and quite beautiful.
| Original Score: 3/4
If nothing else, Gerry is restful, though I'm not sure that counts as a recommendation.
| Original Score: C
Now we know what happens when director Gus Van Sant gets bored. He makes us bored.
| Original Score: 2/5
There's a purity of purpose in Gerry -- a clean, unwavering focus -- that makes the movie feel strangely exhilarating, even when nothing is happening on the screen.
The result is focused, breathtakingly gorgeous and unexpectedly droll.
| Original Score: 3.5/4
On the surface it may seem as barren as its desert, but underneath is a beautiful and surreal meditation.
| Original Score: B
Even though it is hugely self-indulgent, painfully slow and as repetitive as walking around in circles in the desert, the film has a sort of twisted charm by its end.
| Original Score: B-
Directors are supposed to suffer for their art, but we're the ones stranded and craving sustenance.
| Original Score: 2/4
An innovative and unusually artistic experiment.
| Original Score: 4/4
Ragingly bad art that contributes to a definition of independent film as something no one would want to sit through.
| Original Score: 0/4
The best way to approach Gerry -- perhaps the only way -- is to treat it as a sanctuary, a film to be visited the way you would a Buddhist temple or a piece of ambient music.
| Original Score: 3.5/4
After a while, you may start to feel like Gerry One and Two: a little fuzzy in the brain.
The movie is so gloriously bloody-minded, so perverse in its obstinacy, that it rises to a kind of mad purity.
Zzzzzzzz. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Ulph. Umph. Ach. ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz.
Deserves its own wing in The Old Curiosity Shop.
It's definitely one of the strangest films ever made by a major U.S. director -- yet I liked it.
Arty exercise that strands Matt Damon and Casey Affleck (both named Gerry) in a desert with little to say and do except lose themselves in an existential wasteland of doomed beauty.
| Original Score: 1/4
This self-indulgent bilge is about -- absolutely nothing!
I could say for the first forty-five minutes or so it was funny and interesting and I got what he was doing, but it just becomes tedious ...
I'd be lying if I said it didn't annoy the hell out of me for most of its 103-minute running time. But I might watch it again sometime and try a little harder to get on its wavelength.
The results are part biblical allegory, part existential crucible, and remind one that anytime the meaning of life is questioned, it's positive -- because it presumes the possibility of meaning.
A series of images that have little meaning or emotional impact beyond their prettiness, and which become less compelling as time crawls slowly by.
With all its quirks, Gerry seeps into your pores like the wind-whipped sand that stings the faces of these disoriented hikers.
| Original Score: 3/5
A tough, vigorous exercise in cinematic form and pure aesthetics.
Van Sant ultimately reveals so little about this odd couple that we frankly don't give a damn what happens to them.
Gerry meanders, all right, but by the end of the movie, you know that you've been somewhere.
| Original Score: A-
An anxious movie-object that might well wonder whether its minimalist aspiration is a matter of ambitious purity or empty pretense.
The film wears you down in all the wrong ways.