Despite the sloppy final act, My First Mister is worth seeing for Brooks and Sobieski's performances.
| Original Score: 3/5
Intelligent teens will hate this film, and adults will just be embarrassed.
Though I wanted to hate My First Mister and felt guilty about those telltale tears mopped up with a shirt sleeve, the darn thing did work.
The sort of movie with so little faith in itself that it falls back on that most dreadful of clichés: The Fatal Development A Little More than Halfway Through.
Sold as a lightweight dramatic comedy, Mister misses by far
| Original Score: 1/4
The schmaltz is as thick as vomit.
There is a static feel to the film that neglects the actors in favor of the contrived story of life, love and death.
| Original Score: C-
Suddenly this enchanting tale of cross-generational friendship becomes a Lifetime movie of the week, pat ending included.
| Original Score: B-
Distinguished actress Christine Lahti's feature directorial debut...suffers from a touch too much structure and a script that pedals a tad too hard on sentimentality.
| Original Score: 2/4
Tumbles deep into tear-jerker territory, morphing into a disease-of-the-week movie wallowing in the most obvious messages.
Scene after scene suddenly rings with a resounding falseness [in the second half].
Convincingly reveals the transforming power of friendship to release us from fear, expand our hearts, and open us to the redemptive capacities of love.
When a movie starts out as trenchant as "Ghost World" then turns into something as mawkish as "Steel Magnolias," it's been botched, plain and simple.
Lahti and screenwriter Jill Franklyn take an ill-advised detour into sentimentality, and drive their movie straight off a cliff.
Although the movie has its moments, it's a tearjerker that jerks too hard.
| Original Score: 1.5/5
Beautiful and so phony it makes you urp.
| Original Score: 1/5
If the girls in Ghost World were to see this one, they'd gag.
What looked like a quirky character study suddenly congealed.
A touching tale of friendship and family, its sentimentality cut by the honesty of its performances.
A big-screen version of a turgid 'disease of the week' TV movie with an odd-couple twist.