New York Minute: Critic Reviews

More bogus than a Gucci bag for sale on a Fifth Avenue sidewalk.

Mary-Kate and Ashley sprint through Manhattan on the run from a truant officer and a limo driver in this crisp and professional teenage caper comedy.

Even more insipid than you'd guess, Minute is infrequently made bearable by the cutie-quotient of its richer-than-sin leads.

Viewers likely will have more patience counting down the Olsen twins' last days of childhood than sitting through their film.

The effect isn't just frenetic, unfunny and dull. It's kind of creepy.

For those not part of the Olsen industrial complex, New York Minute often feels creepy and lecherous, like it was made by a family 'uncle.'

The whole project reeks of vanity.

Carefully designed for maximum blandness.

It's a charming, zestful romp.

There's a sense that it's straining to reach the core mom-daughter audience that made Freaky Friday a success last year.

Put the blame on a script that maims the movie's middling intentions by playing New York City's ethnic vibrancy as either obvious joke or more obvious menace.

A textbook example of a film created as a 'vehicle' but without any ideas about where the vehicle should go.

The sense of calculation is overwhelming, down to the loose threads on Roxy's Metallica T-shirt.

Moldering glob of spun sugar.

As sterile and devoid of personality as a mall parking lot.

The unapologetic, no-consequence nature of the characters' activities here, as well as the constant flow of dress-them-up Barbie outfits the twins don, wallow in the worst sort of amorality and image-is- everything indulgence.

It's generally good policy to be wary of entertainers who are more famous for their product lines than actually performing.

An off-putting assault of too-screwball comedy with glints of pathos.

In trying to straddle both the grown-up and kiddie worlds with this inappropriately sexualized effort ... the Olsens have lost their footing.

Pure pablum and tiresome in the bargain.

To say that New York Minute is a vehicle for the Olsen sisters is perhaps a slight to four-wheeled conveyances of all kinds.

As coy sleaze goes, the new Olsen twins' movie doesn't match Britney Spears's Crossroads, but it comes close.

The movie flows nicely from one wacky episode to the next, and the Olsen girls make pleasant company.

Not great, but Olsen twin fans won't care.