New Year's Eve: Critic Reviews

It's all perfectly pleasant and perfectly harmless and perfectly bland.

The bland lead the bland through a sea of New Year's revelers...

Colossal waste of talent and time.

Your appreciation for the film may depend on your tolerance for sugar.

Among the year's worst films. The tragedy is funny, the comedy is tragic, and about its only saving grace is that it makes 2010's Valentines Day look almost passable.

...a perfectly watchable (and consistently hackneyed) feel-good ensemble drama.

The cinematic equivalent of a piece of New York style cheesecake and about as artistically satisfying.

a sea of quickly put together, cheesy romcom vignettes that fail to put across any kind of meaningful message

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New Year's Eve is pretty much laugh-free, trading on tired visual gags and some unbelievably cynical 'cutesy' scenes (baby montage anyone?) for most of its humour.

Garry Marshall, how could you? You have made a mockery of a movie that bears the name of my birthday. I take this as a personal affront.

... a nice box of holiday chocolates ...

Proves, in its tiny way, that no matter how bad the modern romantic comedy has already become, there's still plenty of room for it to get worse.

A joyless, overstuffed confection that seems designed more to maximise product placement.

No message, no car chases and explosions, no 3D - just relaxing entertainment

Much of it is dreck but the stories that work are charming and in a few select cases, provide a sudden emotional wallop.

Watching Robert De Niro put yet another nail in the coffin of his career is bad enough, but et tu Michelle Pfeiffer?

Thankfully, Groundhog Day is already taken.

New Year's Eve is like Woody Allen lite for the masses ( ... ) by never threatening to copy the smut of 50/50 or Bridesmaids, it's a memory-stirring, warm-hearted breath of fresh air. Even at 117 minutes.

Quick -- somebody help me stage an intervention for director Garry Marshall.

As Winston Churchill might have said, never have so many done so little for so many with such dreary results

An onslaught of schmaltz, passing off greeting card platitudes as dialogue and repeatedly reminds us the end of one year and the beginning of another is about second chances, hope and forgiveness.