Avaliações do Metacritic

The result is fine fantasy fun.

It's Willis who delivers the goods in scene after scene, triumphing over a thin script, often bland direction.

It's solid, if ultimately uninspired, July entertainment.

Vigilant viewers may spend many of the 101 minutes fixating on tiny holes in the plot, but I was busy being moved by the premise and the filmmakers' confidence in the power of their metaphor: a little boy who's disappointed in the man he grew up to be.

But if the endpoint is a homiletic given, the journey itself is more charming, and less sentimental, than you might suspect.

A movie we might like to buy into if left to our own devices, but that idea is anathema to Turteltaub, intent on pushing us so hard that we end up pushing back.

This boomer-coddling comic fantasy, in which a callous adult on the brink of 40 has a chance encounter with his pudgy, lisping 8-year-old self, is an iffier what-if.

Willis and Breslin are stuck in a charmless, predictable picture they can't escape.

Manipulative but fitfully entertaining "Twilight Zone"-ish comedy of redemption.

Director Jon Turteltaub's insistence upon hammering every point home with giant closeups and relentless musical underlining makes this insufferably cloying and sickly sweet.