Recensioni di Metacritic

The film is far too indulgent with its lead character to do more than hint at the ways that one form of male egotism can morph into another.

As with the latest Kate Hudson comedy, it's a formula for irrelevancy pretty much as a rule.

Ensemble is sharp, although Adams and Dave Foley (as an obnoxious gallery owner) make more caricatured impressions.

An ostensible romantic comedy that's really just a grating portrait of an irredeemable jerk.

An ineffective indie variation on the sort of generic romantic comedy that should be starring Matthew McConaughey and Kate Hudson.

Weaver's last ditch attempt to upend rom-com convention and rewrite the movie as a skeevy lout's comeuppance hardly makes up for the clichéd slog that comes before.

Grueling vanity piece.