It achieves a rancidness far beyond all of Sandler's other misogynistic mash-ups of groin kicks, poop jokes and juvenile, homophobic characters.
| Original Score: D-
The silly story and crummy writing leave Just Go With It feeling a bit unfinished and never quite hitting the right level, like a haphazard hodgepodge of poor ideas.
| Original Score: 5/10
Brooklyn Decker seems to have been cast primarily for the way she fills out her bikini, especially in slo-mo. Her cleavage receives so much camera time, it deserves its own billing.
| Original Score: 2/5
I have to warn you, there are two precocious children in it of the species that only exist in Hollywood's imagination, and they are truly horrible.
| Original Score: 2/4
It's just a bunch of jerks running around being classless, unfunny and treating domestic workers poorly.
| Original Score: 0.5/5
High concept nonsense of the worst kind, exploiting Valentine's weekend to earn a bit of cash with a predictable love story and lacklustre Sandler humour.
| Original Score: 2.5/5
This is the ugliest, shoddiest looking movie I've seen in a while.
"Just go with it" seems to be a mantra from the film-makers; a pleading cry as they beg the audience to ignore the increasingly insane and illogical plot manoeuvres.
| Original Score: 1/5
The story is far-fetched and trite, the characters too stereotypical to stomach.
| Original Score: 1.5/5
For one moment, just one moment -- it works.
| Original Score: 1.5/4
Adam Sandler no longer really makes movies so much as he takes expensive, studio-subsidized vacations.
| Original Score: D
Just Go With It is a long way removed from the French play which was adapted to become Cactus Flower starring Walter Matthau, Ingrid Bergman and the best supporting actress Oscar-winning Goldie Hawn.
You can practically feel comedy facepalming itself.
The people in this movie are dumber than a box of Tinkertoys.
| Original Score: 1/4
The experience of sitting through Just Go with It, Adam Sandler's umpteenth comedy directed by good buddy Dennis Dugan, is akin to watching a bad sit-com that never ends.
It wastes its premise, insults its characters, and shows an attitude toward the audience somewhere between neglect and contempt, sometimes both.
For Sandler and Dugan, this qualifies as almost good; without Sandler and Dugan, it might've been something great.
A puerile kiddie-comedy without the anarchic energy, and a schmaltzy romantic comedy without the sweetness.
Being a fan of Adam Sandler movies is a lot like being a fan of the Baltimore Orioles.