Total Film

A great big bear-hug of a Britcom, with rhinestones on its shirt, salsa in its heart and dick jokes up its sleeve. Something for everyone, then.

Los Angeles Times by Gary Goldstein

Don't let the cheesy title deter you. Cuban Fury is a thoroughly engaging crowd-pleaser — sweet, quite amusing and even a tad inspiring.

Total Film by Matt Glasby

A great big bear-hug of a Britcom, with rhinestones on its shirt, salsa in its heart and dick jokes up its sleeve. Something for everyone, then.

San Francisco Chronicle by Leba Hertz

A pleasant diversion starring the always amiable Nick Frost, with Chris O'Dowd relishing his role as a slimeball.

New York Magazine (Vulture) by Bilge Ebiri

Cuban Fury has a surprising amount of fun with these acknowledged clichés. At times, the movie has the energy of an "Anchorman"-style spoof — a hilarious late-movie dance-off between Bruce and Drew takes on absurdist overtones, as they dance on car roofs and do increasingly impossible moves.

Entertainment Weekly by Chris Nashawaty

Frost is a likable bloke with a deft physical grace to match his rat-a-tat one-liners. But all the sequins and silk shirts in the world can’t disguise the film’s too-familiar formula.

Slant Magazine by Chris Cabin

The film is thin on concept and limited in style, but the filmmakers have the good sense to let their characters remain playful and goofy throughout.

ReelViews by James Berardinelli

It ends up feeling a little like warmed-over "Strictly Ballroom" without Baz Lurhmann's over-the-top sense of style.

RogerEbert.com by Susan Wloszczyna

It is just plain fun to observe Frost as Bruce while he happily shimmies and shakes his way to regaining his once-renown "feet of flames."

Chicago Sun-Times by Bruce Ingram

A little more fury might have been a whole lot better.

Empire

Saturday Night Fever by way of Strictly Come Dancing, Frost’s solo movie lacks the inventive madness of his Cornetto team-ups, but it’s still a heartfelt blast of fun.

The Hollywood Reporter by Sheri Linden

Frost is a likable lead and an easy rooting interest. But his affability isn’t enough to give this silly-sweet feature the edge and dimension that would make it a memorable contribution to the subgenre epitomized by The Full Monty — comedies in which middle-aged, unassuming Brits discover their inner showman.

Variety

Overall, it’s just enough to send the date-movie crowd home with a smile on their face and a tingle of joy in their heart.

Time Out London by Guy Lodge

[An] amiable but flat-footed debut feature.

Empire by Nick de Semlyen

Saturday Night Fever by way of Strictly Come Dancing, Frost’s solo movie lacks the inventive madness of his Cornetto team-ups, but it’s still a heartfelt blast of fun.

Village Voice by Amy Nicholson

Frost can play lovable losers in his sleep, but to succeed, Cuban Fury has to make him dance. A fat man falling down gets a cheap laugh; a fat man with magic feet makes us cheer. Director James Griffiths splits the difference between ridicule and respect, and the resulting comedy is as trite and cloying as a rum and coke.

The Guardian by Peter Bradshaw

This comedy never quite relaxes or convinces or comes together, despite a blue-chip pedigree and a great cast.

The Telegraph by Robbie Collin

Cuban Fury belongs to an older, unfunnier time. Please let’s not go back.