David Cross

Gets by because it knows it's dorky. It's happily dorky. It's proudly dorky.

The movie's crackpot message—'To make something special, you just have to believe it's special'—may best be proven by the existence of this funny, unpretentious crowd-pleaser.

There’s no shortage of anatomical jokes, scatological jokes, and fart jokes, toilet humor being the last refuge of a spent comedy writer.

The promise of extraordinary brain power isn't fulfilled.

While fully embracing the single-camera and mockumentary trends that have all but taken over modern sitcoms, the show hearkens back to...snugly-fitted farcical plotting and traditional sitcom writing...

Robespierre has conceived something you don't see every day: a feminist rom-com that unapologetically allows its flawed protagonist to let it all hang out...But [it's] one of those pictures that's just good enough that you dearly wish it were better.

The heroic journalism depicted in The Post could hardly be more timely, it’s true, but Spielberg’s take rarely achieves dramatic traction.