The New Yorker · Oct 21, 2010
“It’s hard to believe that in 2010 we can still romanticize selfish, abusive bastards, even if they’re gifted enough to turn a losing team into winners.”
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The New Yorker · Oct 21, 2010
“It’s hard to believe that in 2010 we can still romanticize selfish, abusive bastards, even if they’re gifted enough to turn a losing team into winners.”
“This production suggests that it might be best not to think too hard about such things; better to have a blast and revel in the glory of the coolest guy at the party.”
“Rice finds too much of herself and too little of Coward. She deploys his plot and his songs, but her ironic flashiness illustrates rather than penetrates the punishing emotions of the film.”
“What do you get when you combine three world-weary intellectuals and an ingénue? Fish in a barrel—and an opportunity to make facile points about youth, lightness, and cheer. Ricci manages her comic duties ably, but the evening’s real virtue is still in watching Linney rise above the limitations of Margulies’s script.”