Fast & Furious 6
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A irresistível simpatia dos personagens eleva o filme a um outro nível de interesse.
| Original Score: 4/5
There are many reasons to see GREENFINGERS. . . top of the list of reasons has to be its star, Clive Owen, a toothsome morsel of manflesh . . .
| Original Score: 4/5
Greenfingers zips along at an agreeable pace and is full of colorfully engaging characters...
| Original Score: 3/4
Greenfingers could have been such a load of garden manure, had it not been for some earthy direction, clever casting and very good writing.
"Greenfingers" turns out to be all thumbs.
| Original Score: 2.5/5
As synthetic as a rubber rose.
| Original Score: 2/5
We've been here before, and on more than one occasion.
Can be cute, and even heartwarming at times. But all too often, it's nearly insufferable.
It's just too bad the intended charm is applied with a shovel instead of a trowel. Romantic comedy is a delicate flower that can be smothered by too much fertilizer.
I was charmed and laughed at spots, but mostly I saw points where the story needed to take a turn to keep me interested.
| Original Score: 2
For all his good intentions, the film is as drab and colorless as the cinderblock walls of the inmates' rooms.
Pleasant, mildly uplifting entertainment.
Greenfingers is by no means a poor film, mainly frustratingly pleasant, with any depth that could be applied to the redemption of a murderer cast aside to well-worn and all too familiar genre staples.
| Original Score: 3/5
It's hard not to be charmed by scenes like the one in which Briggs gives his posies a little pep talk.
Greenfingers is choked with the cliches that represent the Britcom at its most cloying and under-fertilized in the areas that elevate the best of them.
Owen shows once again that he's an extremely watchable actor, and the entire crew make an effortless show of navigating the script's choppy passages and, well, turning a briar patch into an Eden.
With its unforced comedy and low-key romantic subplots, it's as sweet and touching as the first morning glory of the season.
Too contrived for its own good and it feels as artificial as a bouquet of plastic pansies.
Not a breath of fresh air or originality comes through.
Succeeds in capturing the movement of a soul from hopelessness to humanity.