Dear John Reviews

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November 17, 2011
May 6, 2011
It's like a bad soap opera.
July 4, 2010
What starts as a charming anachronism %u2014 pens, paper and the postal service in an impersonal digital age %u2014 becomes tedious as Hallstrom is reduced to interminable, repetitive montages covering the many months that the pair are apart.
April 22, 2010
Tatum makes what use he can of his two expressions, Seyfried does her best to perk things up and much the best performer is Richard Jenkins...
April 16, 2010
Their romance fizzles out in their letters to each other, and the plot gets lost in the post.
April 15, 2010
A sucker for a cheap sob, it left me cold.
April 14, 2010
Insultingly uninspired chick-flick fodder.
February 12, 2010
The biggest surprise here is Tatum, whose butch reticence has never been put to better use: His saddest farewell isn't to his lady but to a man even more uncommunicative than he is.
February 12, 2010
Halfway through the movie, I decided a better title for this weepie contraption would be The Hurt Letter. Tatum is stolid and semi-expressive, Seyfried widens her eyes to saucer-size.
February 11, 2010
Indecently exploits 9/11 and throws in autism and canver for unscrupulous measure.
February 8, 2010
I just did not get pulled in.
February 5, 2010
When movie mechanics wedge into their romance, we check out. But there's enough love in this love story to make us feel for a son and his father and their attempts to connect
February 5, 2010
Dear John carefully distills selected elements of human experience and reduces them to a sweet and digestible syrup. It may not be strong medicine, but it delivers an effective, pleasing dose of pure sentiment and vicarious heartache.
February 5, 2010
There is not much point throwing Channing Tatum and Amanda Seyfried into a movie together if they can't devote every waking minute to making out.
February 5, 2010
Lasse Hallstrom directs with a softness that makes even combat look tranquil.
February 5, 2010
C'mon, it's the millennium, it's the electronic age, where soldiers everywhere fight with one finger on the trigger of their gun and the other on the send button of their cell phone.
February 5, 2010
What you end up with is indeed a big pile of goop.
February 5, 2010
"Dear John: I'm in a really sappy movie based on a Nicholas Sparks novel, can you please help me!!!???"
February 5, 2010
Dear John succeeds where Sparks duds like Rodanthe crumbled because it harnesses fresher talents to pull off a comforting tale about the enduring power of love.
February 5, 2010
Even Seyfried, who otherwise makes a credible love interest, couldn't convince me -- or, by the sound of the audience's nervous laughter, anyone else in the theater -- that she had to do what she did.
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