Critic Reviews

Chloe and Theo feels like Dakota Johnson’s atonement for the meretricious slime that was “Fifty Shades of Grey.”

Chloe and Theo is a film that operates entirely on a vague sense of uplift.

Chloe & Theo is a mess of a message movie, simplistic, sappy, silly.

Chloe & Theo is surprisingly amateurish in concept and execution. There’s a line between a narrative that’s deliberately simple and one that’s painfully childish, and it’s not all that fine. But it’s one Chloe & Theo crosses repeatedly.

The climax is overwrought and cheesy, which doesn't match with the quiet dignity of the Inuit man. He carries a profound and sage warning, but Chloe and Theo just isn't the right dramatic package.

Plays like an unintentional mashup of “Being There” and “Elf.”

Chloe And Theo should have been a film about Theo: a complex man taking on an unfamiliar world he is not particularly fond of, with little more than conviction and principle to help him along. Instead, we get another film where a hapless foreigner teaches white people how to better themselves.

This tale of an Inuit coming to New York City to warn about the perils of climate change is like a 1970s PSA, complete with stock, one-note characters and message-y dialogue.

A deadly earnest polemic whose good intentions are smothered by its inept execution.