A tasteless and overripe comedy that disintegrates very early into hysterical, undisciplined hamming.

An engaging attempt to take the piss out of the crocodile tears that have been gleefully exploited since Love Story.

This is half-heartedly satiric material that's been directed by Mr. Reynolds as if it were broad, knock-about comedy sometimes and, at other times, as if it were meant to evoke pathos, which it never does.

At the time of its release, some critics trashed the film as tasteless since it dared to suggest laughs could be obtained from the topics of death and suicide. That’s not the problem with the picture.