Just Getting Started

The producers must think this drivel is what their senior target audience wants, but only someone who's lost an appetite for real life could find any entertainment in it.

The climactic 20 minutes of Just Getting Started are so lazily directed that I wondered why Shelton bothered trying to put action into the movie at all.

If this is what the "golden years" are going to be like, count me out.

Dramatically and comically impotent.

This wheezy romantic caper ... inspires little more than melancholy reminiscences of Mr. Shelton's earlier work.

A rather lazy boondoggle by Shelton, who waited 14 years to direct again and didn't bother to make it worthwhile.

Scripts this bad will sometimes seem fun with enough enthusiasm behind or in front of the camera, but the star power on display isn't enough to make this anything but a (hopefully) forgettable misstep for all involved.

Just Getting Started never actually gets started, sputtering along until it finally loses steam and creaks to a predictable conclusion. It isn't funny, it isn't engaging and it just isn't any good.

The movie is a ghastly, ramshackle mess, lurching from gag to clunking gag and exacerbated by Barry Peterson's harsh cinematography, making everyone look considerably older than they are.

... writer-director Ron Shelton is a long way from the cerebral wit of his Bull Durham heyday.