Snatched

This mildly racist, tonally bizarre farce fails miserably to make the best of either actor.

The Amy Schumer and Goldie Hawn dream team deserved a better Mother's Day outing than Snatched.

Snatched feels disappointingly familiar.

The recycled plot mechanics and sappy sidebars keep gumming up the works. Why are people afraid to just make a comedy?

Snatched is the kind of movie that makes long-haul flights whizz by. Its heroines are dumber than they should be and smarter than they know.

Not quite a film so much as a cinematic experiment, Snatched gamely asks the question: "Is Amy Schumer funny enough... to transform a leaden Tinseltown turkey into pure comedy gold?" The answer, alas, is firmly in the negative.

As promising as a Schumer-Hawn team-up sounds, the two have little onscreen chemistry, comic or otherwise, and the occasional laughs are mostly from the supporting cast, leaving Snatched to feel like a missed opportunity.

The plot is underserviced and there isn't anything that makes the movie special, but it satisfies in the most basic of ways.

I'm willing to forgive Snatched for its structural and tonal shortcomings -- and some really bad CGI -- because it provided laughs from start to finish.

Offers a few offhand chuckles but mostly feels like a journey to nowhere.