Critic Reviews

That cameraderie is bound to appeal to women looking for a howlingly trashy time.

Its effects don't linger long enough to seriously detract from the raunchy good time had by all.

It's an extremely raunchy hybrid of "Bridget Jones's Diary."

The trick is getting from a conclusion made five minutes into a movie to an ending 90 minutes away. It can be a scary prospect. In The Sweetest Thing it is mostly a hoot.

This movie is to sweet as a dog is to a hydrant. But it's little things like that that keep someone like Diaz laughing all the way to the urinal.

The movie is neither good nor bad, but in its clever packaging of boy fantasy and girl fantasy, extremely cunning. As for Princess Diaz, no force on Earth can stop her now.

A movie in which laughter and self-exploitation merge into jolly soft-porn ''empowerment.''

Pimenthal's script consists of the scantiest storyline, framed around a succession of strained Farrelly Brothers-style gags that feel as though they were peeled off the floor of the editing room for "There's Something About Mary."

Aspires to be a cinematic "Sex and the City," but it's more like South Park Goes West.

You walk away wishing they had more than this scant and often shoddy material with which to enjoy their rollicking and racy good time.