Women in Trouble: Critic Reviews

Mr. Gutierrez, as suggested by all the decolletage, appears to be a breast man. Too bad he didn't set his sights higher.

Women in Trouble awkwardly mixes blue material with sob stories.

This forced, charmless multi-character movie pretends to show women in all their glorious variety, but it really just traffics in the same old cliches.

In the "whatever were they thinking of" genre, a new entry: Women in Trouble.

This exuberantly uninhibited indie has the anything-goes spirit of something tossed off in a single burst of collaborative energy.

Unlikely accidents, shared secrets and zany twists combine to whip up a pleasing froth.

Gutierrez's script can't supply female characters as believable as Almodovar's, but in the director's chair he gives his cast room to compensate with funny, self-aware performances.

The attractive cast, notably the earthy Gugino, tries hard to invest the one-note characters with a degree of humanity, but are betrayed at every turn by the thin material.

Women in Trouble has sleeper written all over it and a sequel is already in the works.

Gutierrez's story is structurally cliched ... but, worse still, his characters are uniformly unbelievable and two-dimensional.

A lucky alchemy of writer and cast turns what could have been an indie bore into something surprisingly uproarious.

A good look at men dealing with women and a good look at the supposedly soft side of porn doesn't make a good looking film.

A tedious dramady about an unappealing group of women in Los Angeles.

It's a film with undeniably gorgeous parts that never quite develops into a sum.

The most jeopardy these women confronted was the day they said yes to Women in Trouble.

The film has already reduced itself to an empty exercise in campy, color-bathed titillation, as a gaggle of women are defined by their sexual drives and abilities without comment from the filmmaker.

A sprightly, sexy, campy and outrageously funny ensemble comedy that's best watched with an open mind and a large audience for maximum enjoyment.

Apparently, in Gutierrez's mind, expanding the range of humanity available to women on film means they can be porn stars or prostitutes...and they can be catastrophically dumb...

Unfortunately, while it is a great idea for a sketch, or a web series, it's not a movie length idea.

Too much of Women In Trouble settles for banal instances of infidelity, female bonding, or psychoanalysis when it needs to keep the action going. It's fine to be inconsequential, as long as the charged-up frivolity never stops.

Penthouse Forum meets Pedro Almodovar in this frantic slice of trash-masquerading-as-class.

The film borrows beaucoup Almodovarisms -- multilayered hysterical heroines, a singular homo-ironic aesthetic -- and reduces them to Podunk wink-wink camp and carping-harpy heroines.

Guys may remember this film as the finest collection of ladies who almost take it all off ever assembled. But in-between all the underwear and fetish outfits is a rather amusing collection of stories described by its very title.