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12 reviews · Provided by Metacritic.com
- 75Entertainment WeeklyOwen GleibermanEntertainment WeeklyOwen GleibermanJohn August directs it briskly, as a gossip-era "Twilight Zone" of image and reality.
- 75New York Daily NewsJack MathewsNew York Daily NewsJack MathewsIt's an intricate, at times incoherent, but often funny and consistently fascinating trio of stories with the same actors in different but related roles.
- 70Film ThreatFilm ThreatThis movie is metaphysical fun, and while some elements are predictable, it’s an engaging mystery.
- 70Los Angeles TimesCarina ChocanoLos Angeles TimesCarina ChocanoRather than come across as fantastic or dreamlike, the stories have a vivid, hyperreal quality to them.
- 63PremiereAaron HillisPremiereAaron HillisIt's an overall heady conceit about image and invention, clever and fun with compelling lead performances -- especially Reynolds, who finally gets to show some chops in a career littered with Van Wilder–grade junk.
- 60VarietyDennis HarveyVarietyDennis HarveyThe Nines arcs from witty Hollywood insiderdom to a climactic metaphysical leap that may leave many viewers nonplussed. Nonetheless, there's more than enough intelligence, intrigue and performance dazzle to make this an adventuresome gizmo for grownups.
- 50SalonAndrew O'HehirSalonAndrew O'HehirThe movie never fails to be crisply written and cannily delivered, but it's way too steeped in TV-culture inside jokes for its own good, and August's attempts to suffuse the whole thing with ontological or theological meaning are ultimately pretty dumb.
- 50The New York TimesStephen HoldenThe New York TimesStephen HoldenThink of it as a kind of “Twilight Zone 2007” in which the paranoia endemic to an industry that runs on illusion, hype and extravagant grandiosity comes home to roost.
- 38New York PostV.A. MusettoNew York PostV.A. MusettoWavers uncomfortably between satire and dime-store existentialism on the big screen. It's sort of as if Charlie Kaufman rewrote "The Fountain."
- 30Village VoiceVillage VoiceIt's hardly a novel idea, but at least when Kaufman, David Lynch, or Michel Gondry invites us on a tour of his chaotic subconscious, it's a fascinating place to visit. Plunging into August's gray matter is more like a season in vacation hell.