Avis Metacritic

Serendipity returns us, if only for a couple of hours, to the Manhattan of our dreams.

Airy and enchanting, this romantic comedy works overtime to sprinkle moonlight and stardust over itself.

Serendipity is a throwback to a more innocent era in American life, 25 days ago.

Honestly, it's still pretty hard to resist as a guilty pleasure: A fluffy date-night movie that wrung a tear or two from more than one hardened male critic's eyes, chick flick or no.

There is a thrill in seeing them wooing and pursuing each other through the streets of New York, a city that here again, for a while, becomes a movie isle of joy.

Serendipity already feels archaic, like some dusty relic that's been unearthed from an antique store's attic and polished off for display.

I've never understood why filmmakers construct romances in which the leads hardly spend any time together.

The cinematic equivalent of a plate made of spun sugar.

It all feels false and calculated, an overearnest attempt to find old-fashioned romantic innocence in the modern world by someone too jaded to believe.

Insipid, by-the-numbers romance.