Welcome To Collinwood: Critic Reviews

The doofus-on- the-loose banter of Welcome to Collinwood has a cocky, after-hours loopiness to it. And as with most late-night bull sessions, eventually the content isn't nearly as captivating as the rowdy participants think it is.

An enjoyably half-wit remake of the venerable Italian comedy Big Deal on Madonna Street.

This ensemble comedy has its inventively funny moments. But ultimately, it gets a little too cute for its own good.

An infectious caper flick.

Agreeably old-fashioned.

It's supposed to be a humorous, all-too-human look at how hope can breed a certain kind of madness -- and strength -- but it never quite adds up.

The actual heist is the high point, just as in the Italian film, and so raffish and disorganized was the gang that I can see how someone might enjoy this movie, coming to it for the first time.

It plays like someone took a chomp out of the third act.

Sometimes this modest little number clicks, and sometimes it doesn't.

The picture runs a mere 84 minutes, but it's no glance. It's a head-turner -- thoughtfully written, beautifully read and, finally, deeply humanizing.

Self-consciously quirky and straining for idiosyncrasy, Welcome to Collinwood is a passable ensemble comedy that never hits its stride.

The whole cast looks to be having so much fun with the slapstick antics and silly street patois, tossing around obscure expressions like Bellini and Mullinski, that the compact 86 minutes breezes by.

This first-time feature by writer/director brothers Anthony and Joe Russo, with its light plot, short run time and derivative script, feels like a tentative trial run in film, but the Russos are clearly ones to watch.

Filled with a sweet, loopy sensibility and some fresh comic turns, Welcome to Collinwood is a low-budget American film that falls into the good-but-slight category.

A few hours after you've seen it, you forget you've been to the movies.

Kept aloft largely by a comically adept ensemble.

Despite its gritty Cleveland locations, it has the vacuum-sealed feel of a student film bankrolled by rich uncles.

An occasionally amusing but completely disposable comedy of errors that's not nearly as funny as it thinks it is.