White Chicks: Critic Reviews

A tawdry excuse for a movie, but it has a handful of shameless giggles.

Most movies require some suspension of disbelief. But White Chicks ... requires something more radical than that. A full frontal lobotomy might be a good place to start.

As with every other genre, there's a right way and a wrong way to handle dude-lawman comedies. Chicks does it right a lot of the time.

Banshee-howlingly awful.

It's not what the Wayans brothers do, it's how they do it. They do it funny.

The film feels long when it should be brisk, and it's bloated with stretches of hot, dead air.

A plotless romp of Manolo wobbling, 'Omigod!' yipping, and broadly comic attempts to conceal that unsquashable manly lust and slangin' machismo.

If you want to laugh at cartoonishly shallow rich girls, you'd be much better off staying in to watch the new season of The Simple Life -- for free.

The premise veers wildly from its fertile setup, thanks to acting that isn't broad so much as grotesque, humor that's isn't smart so much as witlessly vulgar, and preposterous plotting that insults the intelligence.

If a festival of flatulence is your idea of fun, you'll think you've died and gone to heaven.

Had White Chicks been funnier, smarter, there might have been some subversive value in seeing what the Wayans made of the absurd social rituals of white elites.

A film so dreary and conventional that it took an act of the will to keep me in the theater.

Despite the best-paid efforts of six writers, including all three Wayanses, I couldn't suspend disbelief for a microsecond.

The film's saccharine ending is something of a letdown as the guys' time in high heels teaches them sensitivity and brings them true love. But for most of its raucous run, White Chicks has soul.

The movie is much more interested in the flatulence gags it can wring out of lactose intolerance than lampooning social intolerance.

Derivative, crude and so predictable it hurts.

The Wayans brothers' easy charisma and charming good nature make up for a lot of shortcomings.

Scores more hits than misses.

A series of skits clumsily assembled into a sometimes unintelligible narrative.

Moronic.

White Chicks has more laughs than it deserves, but also a story that is just plain lazy.

A succession of thin sketches that add up to Some Like It Warmed Over.

Director Keenen Ivory Wayans and his co-conspirators -- his brothers, co-writers and stars Shawn and Marlon -- along with a swarm of co-writers and co-producers throw everything at the screen to see what sticks. A fair amount does.

Even if it lingers a bit too long, White Chicks represents a solid accomplishment for the crowd-pleasing Wayans brothers.

Predictable farce isn't very funny or original.