Killers: Critic Reviews

Don't tell me I'm making too much out of nothing, because the steady drip-drip-drip of nothings like this are killing us all.

A brain-deadening collision of high concept and low standards.

It's us they are killing with this screamingly abysmal romcom-thriller, drearily similar to the hitman'n'her Brangelina picture Mr & Mrs Smith.

Killers is a lifeless romantic action comedy that might as well have been concocted in a broken beaker, given the paucity of chemistry between the lead actors.

The screenplay has pages I imagine remain only half-filled. Not long after Heigl and Kutcher meet in an elevator, they share this exchange. She: "Huh-huh." He: "Huh." She: "Huuuuuh." This is the language of love for two people coming out of a coma.

Robert Luketic's bland action comedy focuses on the uninteresting relationship between its two bland main characters, and that's the deadliest thing in sight.

Haven't we seen the oh-my-gosh-my-spouse-is-secretly-an-assassin-but-you-know-a-nice-one routine once too often?

Bob DeRosa and Ted Griffin wrote the script, whose plummeting one-liners leave no actor unscathed.

At a certain point, it actually becomes embarrassing to watch Heigl and Kutcher play at being in love.

Bullets fly and jokes land with a thud.

There's nobody delivering the laughs in this arid action comedy.

It's pretty much dead in the water as soon as a shirtless Kutcher tries to play suave and utters some terrible French in his first attempt to woo his co-star.

Maybe filmmakers should shoot what Ashton's up to off-camera, because not many laughs are making it to the screen.

Bungled rather than flat-out terrible.

The audience is the real victim.

Is it some monstrosity of awfulness, as its lack of advance screening suggested? No, that would imply at least a spark of some kind. This is just an empty summer hodgepodge of stale romantic comedy exchanges, witlessness and lackluster action.

A ridiculous and lifeless comedy, "The Killers" is trite and easily-forgettable.

Robert Luketic's "Killers" takes a worn out premise and somehow manages to make it feel even more tired than before.

A fluffy but harmless action comedy.

Everything has a thrown-together feel, as the characters are tossed from romcom situations to action set-pieces and back again with no thought to applying any sort of grace notes to ease the transition.

Robert Luketic's latest flick is a palette cleanser -- a flavourless sorbet if you will -- guaranteed to scrape the flavor of any recent enjoyable film from your sensory memory.

Bland spy rom-com mines violence, stereotypes for laughs.

Perhaps some future social scientist will explain why the traditional romantic comedy transformed during the first decade of the 21st century into the screwball action-comedy, in which bonds of love are strengthened by gunplay, car chases and explosions.

Neither action nor romance, Killers will please all those who see it for Kutcher, disappoint those in search of a story.