This brash little indie is oddly endearing and fun to be around.
– Colin Covert,
Minneapolis Star Tribune,
15 May 2003
rotten:
Whatever you want to say about this Mars Callaghan -- who is an avid cue-man in real life -- he would seem to be able to sink anything. Darned if he doesn't make this whole movie disappear.
– Geoff Pevere,
Toronto Star,
21 Mar 2003
rotten:
As a director, Callahan wants the verve that Martin Scorsese brought to The Color of Money, but his visual approach is careless, relying too much on cliched slo-mo and hasty edits.
– Jason Anderson,
Globe and Mail,
21 Mar 2003
rotten:
[A]ll of it just seems so familiar and so trite, we know exactly where this is going.
– Richard Roeper,
Ebert & Roeper,
4 Mar 2003
rotten:
90 minutes of slow-leaking, macho stomach gas, in which everyone talks like they were on brawny pills and every tawdry song on the soundtrack makes you feel as if you were trapped in a lap dance club.