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| A tacky bauble... School of Rock, set in Coventry, which is clearly closer to an awful idea than a great one. |
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| (Tim Robey, Daily Telegraph) |
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| Unconvincing and lazy... overlong and shoddily directed... I haven’t enjoyed myself less at the cinema in years. |
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| (Jonathan Ross, Film 2009) |
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| After torturing us with 90 minutes of rehearsal montages, she makes us sit through the entirety of the school's Christmas rock opera at the end. That's not just adding insult to injury, it's adding injury to injury. |
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| (Nicholas Barber, Independent on Sunday) |
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| Here is a list of things that sprang to mind while watching Debbie Isitt’s festive putting-on-a-show ordeal... bad Comic Relief sketches; pushy parents desperate to exploit the fact that their child can do a handstand; film posters that depict a man shrugging while surrounded by screaming children (cf Daddy Day Care, Cheaper by the Dozen and any other creche-com you can think of); The Vicar of Dibley; garden fetes; seasonal Asda adverts; Michael Barrymore’s My Kind of People;... the dressing-up box of a gone-to-seed hospice; John Shuttleworth sans the irony; a tartrazine-spiked reservoir; spending the entire festive season stranded at Heston Services. |
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| (David Jenkins, Time Out) |
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| Bar-lowering British sitcom cinema meets Kids Do The Funniest Things in Nativity!, a horribly shrill seasonal flick. |
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| (Alistair Harkness, Scotsman) |
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| It’s a Christmas turkey. |
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| (Alan Hunter, Daily Express) |
