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75
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San Francisco Chronicle Mick LaSalle
There are laughs throughout, but Guilt Trip isn't joke-happy. The humor is light and well observed, as when Mom keeps playing the audiobook of "Middlesex," and the son gets uncomfortable hearing about anything sexual in front of his mother.
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67
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Entertainment Weekly Lisa Schwarzbaum
The Guilt Trip is not about Rogen, bubbeleh. Streisand is her own once-in-a-lifetime trip, looking gawjuss with that divine voice and those killer fingernails, and the sight of the lady scarfing down four pounds of beef at a Texas steak joint is one a Streisand lover can now cross off her bucket list.
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63
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Boston Globe Ty Burr
The movie's silly, predictable, and surprisingly sweet - the sort of thing you can and probably should take your mother to.
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50
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The New York Times Stephen Holden
The chief pleasures of this mild-mannered dud lie in watching two resourceful comic actors go through their paces like the pros they are.
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50
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The Hollywood Reporter Todd McCarthy
A creakily old-fashioned comedy that forgot to pack the laughs along with the nudging and kvetching.
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40
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Los Angeles Times
There is something promising about the match-up of an old-school show-biz kid like Streisand with the modern, anxiously self-aware Rogen, but what could have been the multigenerational Thunderdome of Jewish Humor instead turns out bloodlessly disappointing.
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40
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New York Daily News Elizabeth Weitzman
While the actors are appealing, their weirdly co-dependent characters aren't. And they don't learn enough to balance out the bland, intermittently irritating nature of their adventures.
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40
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Wall Street Journal Joe Morgenstern
The pretext of the movie, which was directed in broadbrush-cartoon style by Anne Fletcher from a coarse-textured script by Dan Fogelman, is a road trip taken by mother, Joyce, and son, Andrew.
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38
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USA Today Claudia Puig
Audiences deserve a resounding "mea culpa" for the embarrassing dreck, masquerading as comedy, in The Guilt Trip.
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38
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Washington Post Ann Hornaday
Anne Fletcher's lifeless comedy about an overbearing mother and her exasperated adult son, has no flawlessly delivered punch lines. It doesn't even have a hangnail.
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