Critic Reviews

This mildly amusing, resolutely inoffensive outing lacks serious sexual tension -- which might just make it a viable compromise date pick in limited release.

A mildly funny, stereotype-stuffed comedy.

Modestly entertaining film.

As the film veers between cartoonish and earnest, it doesn't so much find bliss as try very hard to manufacture it.

Except for the usual double entendres in which titles of mainstream Hollywood hits are twisted into salacious puns, Finding Bliss (Bliss is the name of the company's resident star) isn't especially funny. Nor is it sexy, despite flashes of nudity and fleeting glimpses of Grind's works in progress.

Redemption could have come if the story had more kick.

It's a big-hearted, well-intentioned disaster.

It's the wooden plotting and cornball sentimentality--and, most unpleasant of all, the full-frontal nudity of Jamie Kennedy--that truly make this AVN-themed fairy tale, ahem, hard to swallow

Though the story is semi-autobiographical, Davis' judgmental script alternates cheap humor and clichéd characterizations with nuggets of faux wisdom about sex, love and film. At least porn doesn't pretend to be something it's not.

It is particularly painful to watch Sobieski--whose unnervingly symmetrical, Botticelli face and supernatural poise can't help but hold the screen--put through the paces of Davis's almost unbearably labored script.