The Jesus Rolls

Fair play to Turturro for going in such a strange direction, and assembling a pretty killer cast, but it's unlikely to satisfy even the most ardent Quintana enthusiast.

Choppiness is the real issue. There are baffling shunts from town to country, while the middle stretch tosses up scenes with no real function or punchline.

No amount of added context can override the feeling that the Jesus was never meant to be more than a one-joke character.

The Jesus Rolls only gets more seductive as it ambles towards oblivion and textures its story with a gentle sense of cosmic justice... and its genial vigor gradually comes to excuse Turturro's abject lack of style.

It is very odd and not very good, but occasionally it ends up being charming in a goofy, almost innocent sort of way.

It's hard to make a movie about annoying wanderers interesting, engaging, or realistic -- three words no one would use to describe this film.

Ill-advised sequel has no idea what it is, why it exists or who it's for.

It'll take more than a few White Russians to wash The Jesus Rolls down.

Tonal atrocities abound in this pointless amalgam of a Big Lebowski side-quel and an age-inappropriate remake of the 1974 French film Going Places. The cameo-filled The Jesus Rolls fails both of its sources, yet also manages to fail on its own terms.

If something is anything less than a trifle, The Jesus Rolls is definitely it.