Avis Metacritic

It’s not a great film, with some edge Sparks put in the novel left out of the script. But there’s real chemistry between the young lovers and an old fashioned virtue to the father-daughter, father-daughter’s boyfriend scenes.

I can’t recall ever squirming as much as I did during Ronnie and Will’s first kiss; shiny, buff Hemsworth looks like he’s locking lips with an Andy Hardy–era Mickey Rooney in a wig.

The movie so deftly mixes sentimentality, romance and bathos in just the right measures that her fans and maybe new ones will enjoy the new Miley.

A soapy meller that transitions the young pop star from the Disney Channel to the bigscreen while giving girls what they'd seem to want and nothing more.

A more convincing star could make this a degree more tolerable, although in Cyrus’s defense not much more.

Maybe Douglas Sirk could have made something profound out of the pseudo-ennobling horsepucky. As is, The Last Song is what the crinkle-nosed Southern belle in all of us would resoundingly deem “Trash! Trash! Trash!”

So who was the movie really made for? Mostly, it seems, for Cyrus herself, who needed to take the first, hesitant step in another direction.

A movie that is as stuffed with bogus feeling and overwrought incident as a fast-food burrito.

The Last Song, yet another maudlin remake of a Nicholas Sparks bestseller.

It's the worst of both worlds as Disney cash cow Miley Cyrus makes the most dubious "dramatic" debut of any singer since Britney Spears.