Critic Reviews

I am not going to try to tell you that this one-joke, talking-horse comedy is, in any meaningful sense, a good movie. What I am going to say is that it's a little better than my rock-bottom expectations led me to predict.

A movie to make ninnies whinny, audiences gag and horses hide their heads.

Although Michael Dinner's direction is noticeably better than the material, the film aims consistently for the lowest common denominator.

It's true that there has been a shocking dearth of talking-horse pictures lately, but even so, Hot to Trot has few pleasures to offer.

Hot to Trot is an unbridled disaster, a screwball horseplay so lame you want to put it out of its misery.

The old talking-animal routine gets a bit of an update in that this time the animal is vulgar and profane in a way Mr. Ed or Francis the Talking Mule would never have been. But that's about the extent of the inventiveness in this unfunny comedy.

Hot to Trot is such a poorly executed comedy it boggles the mind. Even a horse's mind. [31 Aug 1988, p.D3]