Metacritic reviews

Eddie Murphy's latest comedy, The Adventures of Pluto Nash, takes place in the year 2087, which is about the earliest he can hope to be forgiven.

There are worse movies, but that's no excuse. Rarely has so much money delivered so little entertainment.

A limp Eddie Murphy vehicle that even he seems embarrassed to be part of.

Only Quaid, as a semiretarded horny robot, and Cleese as a fussy chauffeur hologram seem to get it. Even Murphy, as the titular nightclub big shot in outer space, forgets to be actually funny until the climax.

In terms of execution this movie is careless and unfocused.

The proper mix is never found. Ill-conceived and expensive project that winds up looking like a bunch of talented thesps slumming it.

It's not awful, but the high cost of a movie ticket these days seems like a steep price to pay for 90 minutes of air conditioning and production design.

Murphy slogs his way through this dismally dull sci-fi comedy.

A headache-inducing mess without direction or purpose.

So unremittingly awful that labeling it a dog probably constitutes cruelty to canines.