Chalk it up as an alternative to watching a kitchen full of singing rats.
Not bad, not amazing. Just a classy romantic comedy that, like a good meal, is enjoyable enough to partake of, but the taste of which will fade soon thereafter.
| Original Score: 7/10
Catherine Zeta-Jones controls the kitchen, but can't control my attention.
| Original Score: 5/10
Like the well-known joke about Chinese fare %u2014 No Reservations satisfies while you're sitting down at the table, but an hour later you're hungry again.
There's nothing in this story that you haven't seen before, and you'll know everything that's going to happen long before it does, yet it's all done with such charm and style that you won't care.
| Original Score: 3/4
...there's not much sparkle in the movie and even less spark to the love story.
| Original Score: 4/10
Bland-but-sweet dramedy more for adult palates.
| Original Score: 3/5
This many delicious ingredients should have produced a tastier, more memorable result.
| Original Score: C+
A product of the sort of steely, soulless competence that marks so very many films as the work of professionals who view this as a job, not an art form.
Everyone is now richer and better looking and it's a good deal cuter and more sentimental.
Zeta-Jones, Eckhart and Breslin play second fiddle to Ratatouille in what amounts to romantic drama fast food.
| Original Score: 7/10
Alas, this is one of those Hollywood copies that is perfectly decent in its acting and direction but hopelessly deficient in originality and any real flair.
| Original Score: 2/5
While Zeta-Jones and Eckhart make an appealing couple, their chemistry never really develops due to the script's complete lack of sauce.
Rarely likeable on screen, Zeta Jones has a hard time making us empathise with her Ramsay-style ballbreaker.
Hie me to the vomitorium, it's a fantastically smug and boring movie about food and romance, pumped with artificial sweeteners.
| Original Score: 1/5
There's not an unpredictable moment in Carol Fuchs's plodding, syrupy script; this dreadful remake of the moderately pleasing German film Mostly Martha is misconceived from start to finish.
The ingredients of the German original Mostly Martha this time produce a cliché Chinese dish, forgotten a mere five minutes later.
Here is a romcom that has been developed on a Petri dish in some unspeakable secret department at the Porton Down biological warfare unit, designed to release a gaseous vapour into cinemas, rendering the civilian population immobile.
No Reservations is a light snack not a three-course meal. It's too light and fluffy to satisfy.
After Nick's opera karaoke I was ready to bludgeon my own ears off with a meat tenderiser.