It's hard to say what's more offensive about the out-of-tune Radio -- Cuba Gooding Jr. trying to ingratiate himself by mugging up a storm as a mentally challenged man, or the mawkish narrative surrounding him like so much syrup.

Based-on- a-true-story kitschfest. full review

[Y]et another movie that takes a mentally challenged character and turns him into this kind of deity, this saint-like mascot who everybody else learns life lessons from. full review

Gooding once again embarrasses himself in public with a performance that knows no shame, a habit he's getting frighteningly at ease with these days.

A train wreck of a film lying inert where the tracks of the Feel Good Line cross the Path of Good Intentions.

Though probably well-intentioned, Radio comes off as manipulative of its audience and exploitative of the mentally challenged. full review

Rarely have good intentions been wrapped in such a sticky package. full review

Cuba Gooding Jr. falls victim to the Nell syndrome, in which a vibrant, loquacious actor decides that the road to an Oscar nomination is to wear a slack expression and a set of Nutty Professor teeth. full review

It's bad enough that the film's unimaginative narrative can barely hold our attention, but we have the added distraction of seeing the estimable Harris, Winger and Woodard frittering away their talents playing banal, cardboard characters. full review

It's still a tear-jerker, but it doesn't make you feel like a jerk for tearing up. full review

The result is just as the filmmakers hoped. You'd have to hold a stubborn defensive line not to be moved by this film's heart. full review

I'm happy to report Radio is tolerable. Better than tolerable, in fact, but not much better. full review

Every once in a while human nature expresses itself in a way we can feel good about, and this is one of those times. full review

After some student and parental resistance, a medley of obvious platitudes and great bathos washes over the place, and everybody is righteously lifted up where they belong. full review

A lot better than the Muzak it threatens to be, but, ultimately, not good enough to keep our itchy fingers off the dial. full review

Please, Hollywood, no more inspiration, particularly if it feels about as authentic as canned laughter.

A lot of whitewash is poured over a subject solely to wring emotion from the hapless viewer. full review

Of course I should know better, but the movie had me blubbering from its first down. full review

The game plan is Inspiration or Death. full review