A sweet, well-intended picture, but like its title character, it is not quite good enough for the big leagues.
40
L.A. WeeklyJohn Patterson
L.A. WeeklyJohn Patterson
The always-watchable Bologna is the adhesive holding together this slight and gentle romantic comedy, lending it perhaps more conviction and authority than the material warrants.
A bland romantic comedy that comes up short on both laughs and love.
40
VarietyRobert Koehler
VarietyRobert Koehler
Undone by an idea capable of hanging together for 30 minutes at best.
38
New York PostMegan Lehmann
New York PostMegan Lehmann
Prywes has produced a technically accomplished nostalgia piece on a shoestring budget, but the plotting is too sitcom-lite to support its aspirations to magic realism.
30
Village VoiceMichael Atkinson
Village VoiceMichael Atkinson
The notion of grievingly happening upon your dead beloved, young and lovely again, is simple and potent, but the film's airless amateurism, belabored ethnicism ("Oy gevalt!"), and trite dialogue kill it in the water.
Dumb premises have driven some wonderful romantic comedies, but for all its vaguely mystical trappings, Prywes's film lacks the magic that makes them work.