Can't Hardly Wait: Critic Reviews

A high-spirited, synthetically raucous house-party comedy.

Flip through any yearbook, and you'll find the stock characters who amusingly populate the teen-age comedy Can't Hardly Wait.

John Hughes must be spinning in his grave.

The movie lumbers ungracefully from romantic showdowns to Deep Conversations to bathroom humor.

It's not supposed to be a revelation--just a pleasant rendition of a teen-comedy trope.

A failed attempt to recapture the exuberant magic of such highschool movie classics as American Graffiti, this is a loud and boisterous comedy, in which the entire action is set during an interminably long graduation night.

Manages to serve up new rock, eighties dance music, rap and Barry Manilow -- a combination custom-made to annoy audiences of all ages.

The title seems unexpectedly appropriate, as it accurately summed up my feelings about sitting in the theater and anticipating the arrival of the end credits -- I couldn't hardly wait.

With summer vacation imminent, its arrival is an instance of perfect timing.

It's all cutely derivative, occasionally charming and very occasionally clever.

A decidedly healthy antidote to the hate-driven, ghoulishly cynical bloodlettings of Scream, I Know What You Did Last Summer and the rest of that sick ilk.

There just isn't any sparkle in any of the lead perfs.

Less of a movie and more a collection of 1980s teen movie cliches.

This is the kind of pointless teen schlock one sees on USA Up All Night.

A surprisingly engaging teen flick.