Delivers the goods as an irreverently hilarious and literally side-splitting comedy.
This doomed liner not only makes it to port, but entertains us even as we’re predicting its nearly-certain demise.
Reitman taps into the same invigorating emotional reservoir as his brilliant 2007 film Juno.
Feels like a never-ending supply of sweet moments with a better plot probably saved for its sequel.
A farcical mixed bag that will work for some and land with a dull thud for others.
It’s equal parts fervently funny, grossly graphic and utterly absurd.
Edgy with a rough-hewn style and the grace of a gorilla ordering a pale Pouilly-Fuissé.
A drawn-out reminder of “the grass is always greener” syndrome.
No film in 2017 surprised me more than this one.