Everything is stunningly photographed by John Mathieson, but to paraphrase Gertrude Stein, a cockroach is a cockroach is a cockroach.
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Chicago Tribune by Barbara Shulgasser
Scott treats the material as if it were grist for a 30-second spot or a rowdy music video.
A tad too raunchy for its own good.
Lewd, crude and occasionally too brutal to take, it's also gorgeous, heartfelt.
It doesn't really hang together. And waaay too much style. Pity.
TV Guide Magazine by Maitland McDonagh
It's vulgar, to be sure, but it's also brash and invigorating.
Austin Chronicle by Marc Savlov
Rollicking is the term that best sums up Plunkett and Macleane, not in itself a bad thing, just, I think, not a very good thing.
Entertainment Weekly by Owen Gleiberman
Watchable in a facile, trashy way. Unfortunately, most of the movie is mired in sludge, slime, mud, blood, and studiously dank cinematography.
Seattle Post-Intelligencer by Paula Nechak
There's not an original idea rattling around in the empty-headed but gorgeous-to-behold period film.