Austin Powers in Goldmember: Critic Reviews

The third installment in the series of super-spy spoofs, it's handcuffed by the ever-increasing load of baggage it carries.

What can we say? See the movie first, then decide.

What more could one want from a third Austin Powers movie that you didn't get from two? With only so much Bond baiting to be done, Mike Myers trains his soft satire on himself for something that feels somewhat self-loathing, but still riotously funny.

...things went from mediocre to worse in this entry.

Thank God for Fat Bastard.

Most of it is rehash, and smug rehash at that.

Myers and Roach are running dangerously close to empty as far as new and genuinely funny ideas, and they would be best off quitting before they fall any farther behind.

The first five minutes of this film rate as perhaps the best film opening ever... they're worth the price of admission alone, and so we need say no more.

Perhaps not as original as the first two movies, Goldmember is still fun and funny.

...[the film is] dominated by jokes that aren't terribly funny and abandons the more absurd nature of the first film's comedy.

Easily as effective as its two previous installments, once again utilizing the finest in pee/fart/poop/sex jokes, naughty juxtaposition of everyday objects, and Bond-spoof genius that only Meyers and Roach can deliver.

If this series has any more life left in it, Myers and Roach have to do a major rethink.

A horrible conclusion to a previously entertaining series.

If you thought the first and second in the series were groovy, you're going to love the third.

I paid $3 to see this movie. That is about $2 too much.

There is no excuse for Austin Powers. There, I've said it. Fire at will.

Austin Powers in Goldmember may be a hash (and a rehash), but it was cooked with laughing gas.

Myers never knows when to let a gag die; thus, we're subjected to one mind-numbingly lengthy riff on poo and pee jokes after another.

Era mais engracado quando [Mike] Myers ria dos outros, e nao de si mesmo.

Inventive and playful, brash, crass and funny beyond the predictable, Austin Powers In Goldmember is a blast of escapism that collides joyously with the Hollywood musical.

No longer funny because of its spoof value, but because it is pantomime of the lamest order. If you don't latch onto it, it's embarrassing, but if you have sympathy for the way Myers creates characters, you may just find it infectious.

If Myers decides to make another Austin Powers movie, maybe he should just stick with Austin and Dr Evil.

For a series that started as a spoof of 1960s spy and sex cinema, Goldmember only functions as a dogmatic parody of the earlier Austin Powers films.

This shameless and unfunny film is simply designed to put butts in seats with more of the same tired jokes.

Not quite golden.