Emma Roberts

The cumulative effect of Fleming's direction and Roberts' casting is to make eternal heroine Nancy into a chipmunk-chipper detective and a social nincompoop.

It's not a TV remake, with pooches playing the parts made famous by James Brolin, Anne Baxter, and Connie Sellecca. Damn.

Now, don't get me wrong. Valentine's Day is bad. But it's difficult to hate a Garry Marshall movie.

Mean-spirited to squishy does not a convincing trajectory make...That wouldn't be so much of an issue if We're the Millers weren't such a dismally unfunny endurance test, but there you are.

Coppola shows genuine interest in emotional detail, and it accumulates into a depth of real feeling.

When this thriller has to turn the screws of its climax, its fundamental stupidity surfaces.