Pretty much the end of Disney's attempt to make Kristen Bell "America's Sweetheart."
| Original Score: 1.5/4
...the majority of this stuff wouldn't pass muster on even the hackiest of sitcoms...
Featuring caricatures instead of characters, "You Again" is a tired and formulaic comedy with few funny moments.
| Original Score: 1.0/5
There's hardly one moment of surprise or originality in You Again.
| Original Score: 2/5
This pointless trek to Not Funny chose to be as nice as possible every step of the way. And that just makes no sense.
| Original Score: 1/5
Like staring at whorehouse wallpaper: it's sort of interesting, but you have a strong feeling you might be wasting your time. [Blu-ray]
| Original Score: .5/4
All soft furnishings and gleaming teeth, it's inoffensive, made for in-flight viewing...
Appropriately titled, You Again won't win any prizes for originality but it does deliver just enough girly fun.
| Original Score: 3/5
Joining the rank ranks of The Hottie And The Nottie, Gigli, Licence To Wed and any film where Matthew McConaughey gets his groove on with a girl is yet another unspeakably awful rom-com.
In this ditzy whirl nothing is pushed too far -- the bad aren't really bad, they're all sorry. And the assumption that high school is where it all happens is ringingly endorsed.
You Again may have some very experienced faces in the cast, but the end product still turns out to be disappointingly cliched and trite.
It's left to old pros Jamie Lee Curtis and Sigourney Weaver to add class to the proceedings, which they would if they weren't wasted on tedious slapstick.
The worst example of torture-by-chick-flick since Bride Wars.
A clever, perhaps even brilliant idea for a black comedy has here been slathered and stifled in a thick treacly layer of Disney-sentimental gloop.
Matters get a little saccharine and conciliatory near the end, but so do Shakespeare's comedies. Take what you get and enjoy it.
| Original Score: 4/5
Curtis and Weaver put on their game faces, but the script is consistently intent on embarrassing them, and it doesn't spare Kristin Chenoweth, forced to trot out her sparkly-pixie routines from Glee as a super-duper wedding planner.
Vapid, Disneyfied post-teen comedy lacks a mean (girl) streak.
There are very few laughs, too much stupid slapstick, and I hated the way it turns schmaltzy-sweet by the end.
It's a convoluted set-up that fails to deliver on its promise, combining vindictive yet scarcely believable characters with regular doses of queasy sentiment.
Yes, this is shrill, crass mainstream Hollywood product, but it has a tendency towards lurid kitsch freakout which makes it not just relentlessly entertaining, but borderline subversive.