Leap Year: Critic Reviews

If the young Ann-Margret had been allowed to wiggle her brain as much as her bod, she might have come off something like Amy Adams. Is there an actress today who can suffuse a single scene with so many infectious mood swings?

What makes Leap Year so singularly dispiriting is precisely that it is bad without distinction a" so witless, charmless and unimaginative that it can be described as a movie only in a strictly technical sense.

The only "leap" I felt like making was off a motorway gantry into the fast lane of the M25.

What saves it from being completely dismissible drivel are the gorgeous Irish locations and the charm of its stars, Amy Adams and Matthew Goode.

It's unclear what Amy Adams did to deserve Leap Year, but all that's missing from the movie is a set of jailhouse bars over her scenes.

Adams and Goode are both appealing, but you can write Leap Year's opposites-attract itinerary yourself.

Stay home and rent Junebug or Enchanted instead.

Leap Year is a sweet little movie, although so by the books that it doesn't exactly distinguish itself

Amy Adams and Matthew Goode have the charm necessary to float a romantic comedy like Leap Year, and this is a story that needs their buoyancy.

The movie proves what we guessed going in: that Adams -- who has the instincts not to overplay her character's robotic snippiness -- can redeem almost anything.

As modern rom-coms go, this is trite but relatively painless.

Look before you Leap Year.

The cinematography is what makes Leap Year worth seeing. Turns out Ireland is kind of pretty!

If the premise seems lame, the actual script by Deborah Kaplan and Harry Elfont is far worse, leaning on so many cliched situations it's a wonder 45 other screenwriters weren't credited.

Lovely woman, Amy Adams, just a delightful on-screen presence, and a fine actress, as well. What's she doing in this?

This is the kind of movie in which an uppity, upper-crust woman requires rough-hewn working-class masculinity to take her down a peg or three.

Leap Year may be the least funny Hollywood comedy to take advantage of Irish tax credits since The Honeymooners.

It's a romantic comedy. We know where this is going. Tucker & Co. don't seem to realize that it's not the destination, it's the witty, winsome journey that counts.

Is this 2010, or 1950? It certainly seems the latter, since no contemporary woman with an IQ above Guinness temperature would sit with such nonsense.

The most charming of actors can be left flailing in the face of a feeble script and direction.

If only Leap Year were an anomaly, the kind of picture that comes along only once every four years. Instead, it's yet more evidence that romantic comedies are only getting worse.

The problem isn't the absence of chemistry but the presence of too much of the wrong kind. The sense of cold antagonism that initially develops between the primary characters is so strong that it lingers throughout.

An uneven romantic comedy that feels as fresh as a hunk of week-old soda bread.

There's not one surprising moment in the script, but Adams and Goode allow you to look past the familiar and develop a rooting interest in them as a couple.

Recycled plot, lame sight gags, Leprechaun-like stock Irish characters. The charms of Amy Adams rescue 'Leap Year' from Truly Awful status.