This game is not just afoot, it's affecting.
The bubble on this communal fright-fest has popped.
Simple skullduggery that tries too hard for warrior poetry.
A feeble attempt to turn Taylor Lautner into an action star.
A success that's too often pleasant where it could be powerful.
End-credits Comic Sans is the most frightening thing here.
Many things explode. Nothing ever ignites.
Hot, fresh and steaming. But that's not deep-dish.
The cast is great. The movie is ... well, stupid.
The Farrelly Brothers suck wind trying to keep pace with new comic contemporaries.
A coulda-woulda-shoulda, wide-right boot.
A passable pharmacological mystery.