Entertainment Weekly by Lisa Schwarzbaum

There's a contemplative loveliness to The Way, an affecting personal project both for Emilio Estevez, who wrote, directed, and plays a small role, and for his father, Martin Sheen.

Empire by Angie Errigo

Gentle, likable and profoundly touching, it makes you want to dig out the hiking boots and make the same journey.

Chicago Sun-Times by Roger Ebert

It's a sweet and sincere family pilgrimage, even if a little too long and obvious. Audiences seeking uplift will find it here.

Orlando Sentinel by Roger Moore

It's a plucky film that covers a lot of ground and uncovers this wonderful, ancient ritual that people of many faiths and from all walks of life take on.

The A.V. Club by Tasha Robinson

Essentially, The Way starts out as "Eat Pray Love" and takes a long, surprising trip toward becoming David Lynch's "The Straight Story." And that's a longer trip than a mere monthlong trek across Spain.

Time Out

It works better as an idyllic travelogue through northern Spain than as a familial drama; despite the real-life relationship between filmmaker and star.

Chicago Reader

Estevez strains to prove his earnestness at every turn, undermining the film's good intentions with a surfeit of explanatory dialogue and a sappy adult-contemporary soundtrack. But for all his awkwardness Estevez is undeniably sincere, regarding both people and nature with disarming good will and maintaining a steady, soothing pace that allows the life lessons to resonate.

Chicago Tribune by Michael Phillips

Here and there, the actor invests the kind of feeling that makes The Way come alive in human terms.

Village Voice by Nick Schager

As a director, Estevez exhibits a bland visual sense, but he does manage to convey some of his scenic locations' multifaceted textures. Mostly, though, his dramatically inert, spiritually generic The Way seems like it was far more fun to shoot than it is to endure.

Slant Magazine by Andrew Schenker

The making of The Way must have been a nice moment for father and son, but why must the rest of us suffer?