I Melt with You: Critic Reviews

By the end, you feel nothing, not even contempt.

Stylish cinematography and an awesome punk-and-new-wave soundtrack make the early, music-video-like montages of debauchery at least trashy entertainment, but the film's second half couldn't be more contemptible...

If it weren't played so very straight, this jaw-dropping thriller might pass for an accurate satire of Hollywood self-indulgence. Instead, it serves as a prime example.

...music video masquerading as movie, all whacked-out sound and fury, signifying nothing.

They should have called it I Vomit With You.

A weekend romp for four middle-aged buddies devolves into a drug-fueled, suicidal hell in Mark Pellington's ill-conceived and executed I Melt With You.

The movie captures, as well as any other, the feeling of partying into oblivion, minus the next-morning internal pitchfork stabs. Think of a wild friend you wouldn't want to emulate but can't let go of.

An aggressive look at men behaving badly will provoke strong reactions pro and con.

A fanfare for the common jerk that taints every '80s-era alt-rock soundtrack tune it touches, "I Melt With You" assuredly marks itself as one of 2011's most ludicrous releases.

Director Mark Pellington creates complex characters in his new thriller I Melt With You, but unfortunately fails to deliver a realistic, intriguing story.

Has the look of a John Cassavetes film, but with wimpy, colorless characters and a lot more drugs, death and color.

Former porn star Sasha Grey turns up in a small role, and I daresay that the blunt, single-syllable scripts employed in her erotic films were Oscar-worthy compared to this drivel.

The actors do their best with what's been thrown at them-such a waste of so much talent-but by journey's end the film collapses on itself.

The best-looking bad film of 2011, I Melt with You squanders a fine acting quartet with self-indulgent existential angst among characters who are impossible to like.

Laughably awful melodrama.

It really is good, albeit in ways that are different from other movies.

Whether you're male or female, going through a mid-life crisis is no picnic. But watching the way it's depicted in 'I Melt with You' may be even worse.

Instead of sympathizing with these jackasses, one wants to scream exactly what they don't want to hear: "Oh, grow up."

This is meant to be probing and piercing, and it is merely rancid, shallow and bilious.

The actual result is sad, pathetic, anxious, and depressing.

A tolerant few will find smears of art buried somewhere beneath the relentless excess, I feel most who approach the feature will walk away with bloodshot eyes, tinnitus, and a urgent feeling to never sit through another Pellington movie.

Good Lord, is this what's waiting on the other side of 40?