Metacritic reviews

As earnest as it is awkward, the film has so much spirit, it's hard to dismiss entirely, even at its considerable worst.

Sports broad, sitcom-ish performances and a surprising amount of sweetness and wisdom.

A sweet, well-intended picture, but like its title character, it is not quite good enough for the big leagues.

The always-watchable Bologna is the adhesive holding together this slight and gentle romantic comedy, lending it perhaps more conviction and authority than the material warrants.

A bland romantic comedy that comes up short on both laughs and love.

Undone by an idea capable of hanging together for 30 minutes at best.

Prywes has produced a technically accomplished nostalgia piece on a shoestring budget, but the plotting is too sitcom-lite to support its aspirations to magic realism.

The notion of grievingly happening upon your dead beloved, young and lovely again, is simple and potent, but the film's airless amateurism, belabored ethnicism ("Oy gevalt!"), and trite dialogue kill it in the water.

Dumb premises have driven some wonderful romantic comedies, but for all its vaguely mystical trappings, Prywes's film lacks the magic that makes them work.