A hetedik mennyország

Ronny Yu nem tud olyan távolságtartással és cinizmussal dolgozni, amire itt szükség volt. Az a jelenet, amikor Samuel L. Jackson tablettákat dobál a diszkóban táncoló vendégekre, megölte a filmet. A karakterek lusta szélhámosok és egyáltalán nem menők. A rendező pedig azt akarja, hogy szimpatizáljunk velük. Rengeteg vicc van benne, de a legtöbbjüknek gyenge poénja van. A színészek szájából hallani, hát az nem elég. A filmnek van dinamikája, de humor és a szereplők iránti szimpátia nélkül csak felgyorsítja az unalom áramlását. (2003.10.12)

The inevitable conflict that arises from the mutual confrontation of an American and a Brit is a perfect basis for the film's main theme. The script, as in similar films, is not the most important thing. All responsibility is placed on the shoulders of the director and the actors. Unlike the cumbersome crossover Freddy vs. Jason, director Ronny Yu took a much more relaxed approach to the film. Jokes on the theme mentioned at the beginning abound. Only a few of those moments, which Yu crowned with a punchline, were many times more entertaining than the entire previous content. Unfortunately, this brings the film down to an average level, despite the likable plot and great performances from the actors (Samuel L. Jackson, along with his naked backside, is defeated by Robert Carlyle's non-stop barrage of insults). However, the mental emptiness and the waste of the potential of the story will rather frustrate than sadden. (2005.06.10)

I was greatly entertained. Robert Carlyle's performance was excellent and his great English accent kicked the film up a notch. I’m not saying that the film didn’t have its flaws, but I could see past them. (2020.05.07)

Take Pulp Fiction and Snatch, shake, not stir, and pour into a Liverpool glass and this is the outcome. It’s nothing special, but, as entertainment, it’s enough. SLJ is super, and RC no less than divine. The trouble with the fucking Yanks is, they have no fucking sense. (2010.10.23)