relies much too heavily on montages set to unremarkable pop tunes and occasionally trips over the many cliches that litter the overly familiar scenario
director Michael F. Sears might not know how to record or construct a scene, but he's savvy enough to make sure his PG movie gives props to Uncle Sam and Jesus, and ogles Lutz's naked torso as doggedly as the family-friendly rating allows
by Sara Stewart [New York Post ]
