Paper Man

Aided by subtly wounded performances by Daniels and Stone, and a surprisingly affecting comic turn from Reynolds, Paper Man makes up for many of its shortcomings with an abundance of heart.

The manipulations characters act out with each other are realistic, even if the overlong and not-nearly-twee-enough comedy built around them isn't, making for a movie whose script may have had more merit than its execution. Or not.

A big Twinkie stuffed with indie-film cliches and glazed with chiming emo guitars.

What we have in this film is a whole lot of nothing, and the little that's there is irritating.

We don't even get a real sense of what kind of writer Richard is, or even if he's any good. It does make a difference, after all, if the novel he can't write is worth writing. A bigger question: Was "Paper Man" worth making?

Ignore the story of Paper Heart ... Concentrate instead on the delightful performances.

Clever, quirky, and surprisingly affecting, Paper Man is a good reminder of what it takes to finally grow up.

Primarily charming and peculiarly funny, but dribbles on during the final portion of the film.

A flimsy character study...as ephemeral and forgettable as a sheet of paper carried off by a gust of wind.

We're subjected to so much arbitrary quirkiness that the characters' big breakthroughs and breakdowns ring false, accidentally making for some of the film's biggest laughs.

It's tough to watch such a glum progression through the familiar, with bits of quirk dissected and bandied about.

Too introverted and gimmicky for its own good.