The Bachelor: Critic Reviews

Its satire is too broad to carry much of a sting.

The humor never strikes the right champagne-bubbly tone.

Business as usual.

Probably the best that can be said about The Bachelor is that it gave a lot of work to female extras.

Steve Cohen's screenplay, is pretty much DOA.

You know a movie is desperately overreaching when Peter Ustinov, affecting a dreadful southern accent as Jimmy's grandfather, must yell into a megaphone for no apparent reason: 'The human condition!'

Viewers have almost two hours to become thoroughly disgusted

Feeble and formulaic.

The new film takes a heavy approach to plain foolishness and doesn't exactly gain loft from the presence of O'Donnell in the centerpiece role. His range is limited to several shades of bland.

Unremittingly vulgar and inept.

If you go in hoping for a funny-sweet wedding comedy that deserves to stand with Four Weddings and a Funeral or My Best Friend's Wedding, The Bachelor will leave you standing at the altar.

The Bachelor doesn't generate enough laughs or sighs to hold together.

O'Donnell and Zellweger are easy on the eyes, but we're asked to take it on faith that they have other qualities that would make a person care for them.

O'Donnell, former teen idol/Boy Wonder, has always proven to be far less beefcake than rice cake.

when it comes to delivering punchlines or finding the laughs in a speech, O'Donnell is way out of his area of expertise, and that's exactly what he's called upon to do throughout 'The Bachelor,' a wholly irritating stab at a fluffy romantic farce.

A terrible film that witlessly unfurls its limp narrative. If you've seen the trailer, you've seen the film.

Definitely has its moments but overall just fizzles.

While O'Donnell's anxious groom-to-be is likable enough, his lack of comic timing does little to improve Steve Cohen's unimaginative script.

It's a rare comedy that is so painfully unfunny that it earns not a single laugh.

As much as I hate to admit it, The Bachelor is funny.

An old-fashioned comedy that shouldn't work but does.

Entertaining enough in a diversionary sort of way that audiences should find it relatively easy to enjoy its lightweight and charming proceedings.

The brilliance of Buster Keaton deserves a better homage.

The funny thing is, nobody who made The Bachelor seems to notice that the script pinpoints its own formulaic emptiness before wheezing on to its foregone happy ending.

The Bachelor is the worst romantic comedy I have ever seen. Ever.