Rapture-Palooza

An amusing premise yields few yuks.

[An] almost endearingly silly amuse bouche of a comedy depicting how the End of Days might play out in Seattle ...

It never does live up to its potential, instead becoming bogged down in a repellent character who is supposed to be savagely satirical but is really just tediously crass.

The laughs are consistent and the cast (including Rob Corddry, Paul Scheer and Ken Jeong as a very petty God) is a riot.

I wanted more satire, less booty humor. And the film really needed a more-engaged heroine. Kendrick goes so laid back that she looks like she's about to fall asleep.

Its views on organized religion are so halfhearted and perfunctory as to make Kevin Smith's Dogma seem like a veritable master's class in theistic studies.

Rapture-Palooza is a prime example of a movie that has great concept, but that struggles to stretch said concept into a feature-length motion picture.

Robinson's grating performance becomes increasingly difficult to stomach...

Rapture-Palooza is borderline-heartbreaking in its wasted potential.

For a film about the apocalypse, Matheson's script felt a little bit too bland and mundane. Who would have thought the rapture could be so boring?