Metacritic reviews

Russell, who looks younger with each movie, holds his own against the formidable force that is Dakota Fanning.

Mom (Elisabeth Shue) suffers from the fatal movie ailment of being so underwritten she's practically see-through.

Recycles just about every sentimental ploy and cliche from a raft of horse racing movies.

Modestly engaging but mostly unexceptional.

There are no surprises in Dreamer--except that for all its visible and unselfconscious schmaltz, it's actually pretty enjoyable.

One more feel-great sports movie with a teen-poetry title and Kurt Russell will have himself a trilogy.

Adults will be restless as stabled bucks, but even children may need unusually high Ritalin doses to slog through the visual and dramatic indifference on display.

If you're a little girl in the Lisa Simpson mold, for whom the greatest wish-fulfillment in the world would be to have your own pony, then Dreamer just might be for you. Otherwise, no.

Dreamer is a kids' movie. It offers the simple black-and-whites of innocence, with no grays to add complexity.

I was not disappointed by Dreamer, the most dishonest movie I've seen in a while. Nobody gets a fatal disease before the end credits, but every other clich? is exploited in this fabric of impossibilities, nonsense, stereotypes and shameless tear-jerking.