Virginia Madsen

Do you realize, the lesson at the end of this movie is just 'Call your mother!'? I understand that!

In vino veritas...Payne has supplanted the Coen Brothers as a reliable purveyor of smart comedy

Play[s] it safe...to sit through this home-invasion scenario yet again, I think we're owed a dead kid. Or at least a contusion. Maybe lightly stun the dog? Toss us a bone here!

Though the holes were rather small, I had to count them all. Now we know how many holes it takes to fill The Number 23.

The perfect film for all those delusional, self-entitled American Idol rejects...darn it, this is America, where any man can lead a horse around his ranch in a spacesuit...

A fast-paced feature sure to satisfy fans and win a generation of new ones.

Though everything around this resilient central figure is wan sitcom, 'Joy the Doer' provides a rooting interest potent enough to justify the film.