Daltry Calhoun: Critic Reviews

Although the film starts off somewhat amusingly, the first-time feature director Katrina Holden Bronson seems to have spent more energy assembling the overbearing soundtrack than expanding on her characters' fractured relationships.

Anyone looking for a paean to the unnatural allure of a sprinklered lawn can see that the grass is greener in Blue Velvet.

A weird, unpleasant little movie.

If director and screenwriter Katrina Holden Bronson intended some moments as irony, the film lacks the necessary finesse for such an elusive quality.

A string of scenes in search of a movie.

Knoxville tries hard and exudes a certain likability, but can't really handle big dramatic moments at this point in his career.

Aims for whimsy and poignancy and mostly comes up empty.

Bronson attempts to wring some unearned emotional redemption from her dimwitted characters, but the faux-Southern sincerity and June's incessant voice-over prove too annoying.

The movie has its flaws, but they are few and forgivable.

It'd be nice if Tarantino would go back to making his own films (which are usually pretty doggoned good) rather than helping out young filmmakers to produce garbage.

For all its good intentions, Daltry Calhoun is a predictable, derivative film.

Southern whimsy, when handled delicately, can produce a precious jewel a la Junebug. In less skillful hands, it can be merely precious.

Contains a couple of lovely scenes that are all but smothered by a shambling mess of self-conscious eccentricity.

Unusual and in places refreshing, Daltry Calhoun is a good natured independent comedy drama independent film fans will endorse.

It seems everyone involved meant well, but this one moves like an empty boat in a pond.

Boasts Quentin Tarantino as co-executive producer but falls about as far from that particular tree as one can imagine.

There's no reason to see this film, not even on cable. None!

The old 'Bachelor Father' formula is resurrected with a killer dose of whimsy in this pointedly quirky, almost unbearably dilatory feature.

It's a fantasy of a Southern town without minorities or economic difficulties where all the white folks support each other and speak with clear, but variable drawls. Oye.

Newcomer Sophie Traub is a natural charmer who hovers above the confusion like an angel even as her co-stars are sucked into the muck.

Utterly lifeless and dull and quite simply hard to sit through.

It means well and has mild charms, but writer/director Katrina Holden Bronson can't steer the performers in the same direction, nor can she whittle down the overplotted story to its essence.

Mind-numbingly awful.

Johnny Knoxville is moving on up from being a simple Duke of Hazzard to Tennessee's King of Sod. Too bad the royal promotion didn't come with a quality upgrade as well.

At times this movie is as slow as watching grass grow... it's a film with some nice moments that's a tad on the hokey side, but always tries to be super-duper earnest.