Good Luck Chuck: Critic Reviews

Can we finally just admit that Dane Cook isn't funny?

The main audience for Good Luck Chuck wants to confront one of the central cultural questions of our time: Will Jessica Alba take her top off?

Cross the street to avoid this one.

Does [Cook] want to lose the hip, smart 20- and 30-somethings his comedy routines are aimed for and become a sort of second-rate Adam Sandler attracting teenagers who giggle like Beavis and Butt-head at shots of naked women and disgusting jokes about sex?

It's a good device either for science-fiction or romantic comedy. But since there's no intelligence to drive the jokes, the gimmick turns tiresome quick.

There's still time, but for now, Fogler gets my vote for the worst performance of the year.

First-time director Mark Helfrich brings a ham-fisted insistence on the obvious and a tendency to overstate raunchy humor until the raunch becomes a bore.

Here is the dirty movie of the year, slimy and scummy, and among its casualties is poor Jessica Alba, who is a cutie and shouldn't have been let out to play with these boys.

The film is some sort of humor-deprivation experiment.

Some of the audience seemed to be having fun, but for me it was like a Farrelly brothers gross-out without the laughs.

Cook has a nice comic personality but zilch in the way of comic material. But then, it's not as if any of those teenage boys are going to care about that.

A movie that simultaneously squanders its leads and its DVD extras.

The sex jokes, all of them clammy and stale, are reminiscent not of Wedding Crashers but of an Eighth Avenue peep-show booth in 1979.

Good Luck Chuck has laugh-out-loud moments, many more if you've never outgrown giggling at somebody saying a naughty word.

Good Luck Chuck looks like the unscreenable bits of bad movies best forgotten retrieved from the cutting-room floor.

What isn't forgivable, though, is being boring, and Good Luck Chuck has all the engaging magnetism of an unflushed toilet.

I'd like to be able to say they couldn't pay me to see this flick. Alas, it's apparent I can be bought, and pretty cheaply too.

The final screenplay is as devoid of real emotion as it is of real characters.

Laughs are MIA in this month's comic raunchfest.

... a bit like being at an entertaining party ruined by a some obnoxious loud-mouths shouting obscenities.

Whether or not you appreciate Dane Cook's spastic, hyperactive brand of observational humor, he cannot be held solely responsible for the unmitigated disaster that is 'Good Luck Chuck.'

...comes off as the latest misfire from erstwhile comedian Dane Cook...

Apparently someone out there thought it would be a good idea to capitalize on American's love for penguins AND gross-out comedies.

A transparent excuse for a constant parade of topless females eager to assume a compromising position. The only thing missing was a cheesy porn soundtrack.