Bad Words

I didn't like anything about the movie before discovering what Guy is up to. I actively hated it after I figured out what was actually going on.

The laughs in this film are all mean-spirited or just frat-boy gross.

Almost unrelenting in its takedown both of an American institution and the country's obsession with victories big and small, Bad Words is more misanthropic fantasy than satiric fiction.

Trashy, ribald laughs in the Bad Santa vein, this marks Bateman's directorial debut; it's not much to look at, but at least he has the nerve to push the insolence, profanity, and brutal insult humor to its absolute limits.

In his directorial debut, Bateman casts himself as a foul-mouthed, racist jerk. It's a stretch for the nice-guy actor, but the role doesn't suit him.

This is twisted, funny stuff.

Bad Words casts a hilarious spell.

The representation of super-focused oddballs in Bateman's film is not terribly intriguing.

Bad Words is utterly wrong in all the right ways ... a small movie with a huge mouth. When you aren't laughing, you'll find yourself smiling at its sweetness.

A plodding mess punctuated by scenes of audacious bad taste.