A plotless romp of Manolo wobbling, 'Omigod!' yipping, and broadly comic attempts to conceal that unsquashable manly lust and slangin' machismo. full review
A tawdry excuse for a movie, but it has a handful of shameless giggles. full review
The film feels long when it should be brisk, and it's bloated with stretches of hot, dead air. full review
It's not what the Wayans brothers do, it's how they do it. They do it funny. full review
As with every other genre, there's a right way and a wrong way to handle dude-lawman comedies. Chicks does it right a lot of the time. full review
White Chicks has more laughs than it deserves, but also a story that is just plain lazy. full review
Much of what passes for humor in White Chicks derives from such charming plot devices as the lactose intolerance of one of the brothers.
Men learning about the female experience by dressing as women is a nice sentiment, but Tootsie had that covered two decades ago. White Chicks should have tried for more. full review
The film's saccharine ending is something of a letdown as the guys' time in high heels teaches them sensitivity and brings them true love. But for most of its raucous run, White Chicks has soul.
White Chicks feels more like an idea for a TV sketch that would have been much fresher had it been inflated into a movie in the '90s. full review
Even though they go preachy in the end, these chicks with quips deliver scattered bouts of hilarity. full review
If you want to laugh at cartoonishly shallow rich girls, you'd be much better off staying in to watch the new season of The Simple Life -- for free. full review
The movie is much more interested in the flatulence gags it can wring out of lactose intolerance than lampooning social intolerance. full review
White Chicks is tedious and stupid, awkward and juvenile. That it makes not a lick of sense is the least of its problems. full review