Drive-Away Dolls

It's a mixed-bag of some very familiar stuff... Like a watered-down "Greatest Hits" collection.

Terrible... This is the least fun I've had with a Coen associated-movie since Burn After Reading.

With only one brother in the driver’s seat, this is a sex comedy with the consciously artificial, smart-dumb patter of an old Steve Martin movie. Yet, ushered in alongside is Coen’s partner and longtime collaborator Tricia Cooke...

The film has a boisterous energy, but it’s puerile, phoney and frequently rather cringe.

No good will can wholly brush away the ersatz hokeyness of this venture. It’s as if The Beatles managed to release a record by Herman’s Hermits.

It’s the writing, ultimately, that retains that signature Coen dazzle.

The dialogue is witty and highly entertaining, and Qualley and Viswanathan are firing on all cylinders.

"Drive Away Dolls" marks Ethan Coen's first solo venture, and something seems to be missing. [Full review in Spanish]

A mediocre place-holder that will be remembered as a Coen Miss, not a Coen Hit

Drive-Away Dolls is a fever dream of a movie. The type of dream you need to adjust to, but once you do, you’ll want to spend more time on it.