The results are mainly awful, and even Roth got saddled with a mannered part that he can't comfortably play. full review
Four of the hottest indie directors--Anders, Rockwell, Tarantino, and Rodrigues--miss a unique opportunity to display their idiosyncratic talents resulting in a tedious anthology in which 2 segments are inept, one barely decent, and one OK (guess whose) full review
The less said about this career-denting fiasco, the better. full review
Four Rooms asserts itself as a goof so laboriously and aggressively that you almost feel pinned back in your seat. full review
Four Rooms has been cut substantially since a disastrous September reception at the Toronto Film Festival, though it's hard to imagine it running any longer.
The four segments are widely different in quality. On the useful scale of the Michelin guides, one is worth a trip, another is worth a detour, and the other two are a colossal waste of bandwidth. full review
The result is a batch of shrill, self-indulgent sketches that turn so wretched in spots you start to wonder if the filmmakers wanted them to be bad. full review