Shamefully bad.

Might have worked as a five minute sketch.

Well-produced, but all the images of poverty were not enough to make me forget basic macroeconomics.

Wonderfully ridiculous.

Not for the faint of mind. A very good existentialist film that is not very likeable.

Well-written.

Almost overcomes Sandler’s natural tendency to be terrible.

95% about racing pedigree, 5% about road cars.

Disturbing classic.

Neal McDonough steals a couple scenes as a well-spoken, superficially noble terrorist psychopath before succumbing to the silliness of everything else in the movie.