Garry Marshall

Garry Marshall: 'Jack Klugman always said, "Oh, Felix and I make up too easy. Make it harder, make it difficult. Make him really not let [me] in." And that's what we did in Keeping Up With the Steins.'

Toy tiaras for orphans! (the first one's always free)...Another day, another dollar for Disney's lucrative business of breeding...ever-longing dream princesses.

Far more manic than funny, Chicken Little tries to spin the kiddie standard about a little chick convinced the sky is falling into a depressingly "hip," Shreky-green comedy act.

Fatally short on laughs. The jokes are mostly bad vaudeville, as when Piven asks, "How much for 50 Cent? Okay, how about 17 Cent?"

Believing in love is swell and all, but maybe we're better off not buying the brand Pretty Woman is selling.

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

Marshall's sunny, sitcomedic comedies tend to be kinda bad but also compulsively watchable, and this one's no exception...

I tell ya, I haven't heard this much talk about ball-dropping since the junior high locker room.

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.