Kate Hudson

A modest but bubbly comedy of manners.

Ghosts threaten to make matters miserable for the living, sort of like The Skeleton Key. As Peter Sarsgaard says...too convincingly, 'All I know is the checks clear.'

What About Bob this ain't.

Harmless but seriously wit-deficient.

It's like the Whack-a-Mole of everything reasonable people hate about so-called 'chick flicks.'

Here we go again: big lies swell and then pop in a flick that’s one-hundred percent adherent to the shiny, colorful Warner Brothers rom-com style guide.

Were you to sit down and write a movie with the instruction that it be funny, sad, and inspirational, you're likely to come up with better ideas than...this tepid Generation X version of a James L. Brooks film.

A movie so far up its own posterior that it includes the threatening exchange 'They made a womb float for Mother’s Day?' 'I can’t wait to see what they do for Father’s Day!' Well, I can.

Hammer[s] home what the news media didn’t much convey in 2010: the human-level horror of being on the rig and the sheer scope of the unnaturalness of the enterprise.