The Village Voice: If Bob Fosse had a recurring nightmare of being forced to stage a flamenco show in Vegas, this is what it would look like.
LA Weekly: … feels akin to dying and waking up in your parents' easy-listening-radio hell.
The Onion's A.V. Club: … Schumacher pumps up the empty spectacle, stranding his fetching-but-lifeless mannequins amid giant sets and overblown production numbers.
The Guardian: … a film so lifeless and soulless it's almost scary, with actors who glide slowly around, warbling away in their silly outfits, as if being towed on roller-skates.
Variety: But Pacino can be a grandstanding actor … he ladles on the shtick, sounding disconcertingly like a Yiddish Yoda.
FilmThreat: Pacino never loses his Bronx diction, so in this case Shylock petitions the court with the demand "I crave da law!" Not since Lucille Ball croaked her way through "Mame" 30 years ago has an actor been so dreadfully wrong for a part.
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