Metacritic-Rezensionen

Yoga Hosers is the best film Kevin Smith has made in a long time, which admittedly isn’t saying much. But this new cult comedy-thriller may well represent a turning point for the writer-director.

Yoga Hosers isn’t a bad time at the movies, but it’s painful when the gags fall flat.

Yoga Hosers is a movie that feels like it was more fun to make than to watch.

While Yoga Hosers continues Smith’s quest to push himself into increasingly strange and uncomfortable directions as a filmmaker, it’s either too derivative or too malformed to work the vast majority of the time.

Kevin Smith's Yoga Hosers is a flabby, goofy, comically inert cartoon.

Even fans who've stuck with Smith for two decades may draw the line at this outing, which offers ingredients just as inexplicable as those in Tusk (it's a sort of spinoff of that film) without the captivating weirdness that sometimes brought that midnighter to life.

Any of the film's attempts at moralizing are subsumed by Kevin Smith’s obsession with taking aim at his critics.

[A] lazy affair that aims for inspired lunacy but misses the mark by a mile.

If it’s true, as Kevin Smith noted in his lengthy introductory remarks at Sundance, that “failure is just success training,” then he should be in the best shape of his career after Yoga Hosers, an imbecilic, strenuously wacky helping of see-what-sticks juvenilia.

Yoga Hosers is lazy, unfunny, and self-indulgent.