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100Take a chance on Gerry. It's only a movie, and you'll get out alive no matter what happens on the screen. You might even find you've had a rare adventure.
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100Conceptually bold and rapturously beautiful Gerry, a minimalist landscape film that's unlike anything on the American independent scene.
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91The movie is on some level a stunt, but it has the fervent, sun-dazed pull of an authentic experience unfolding in real time, with glints of drama, comedy, and terror mixed into the almost-but-not-quite tedium.
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Like the man to whom this film is dedicated, Ken Kesey, Gerry just wants to go "further."
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88Casual moviegoers may enjoy it, too, if they follow a simple rule: Stop looking for the way out and let yourself get lost.
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88Watching Gus Van Sant's Gerry is the cinematic equivalent of watching paint dry. I mean that as high praise.
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80About as non-narrative a film as you're likely to see in commercial theaters. This makes it a curiosity and, less charitably, something of a gimmick, but mostly it makes it a challenge.
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80With all its quirks, Gerry seeps into your pores like the wind-whipped sand that stings the faces of these disoriented hikers.
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75The movie is so gloriously bloody-minded, so perverse in its obstinacy, that it rises to a kind of mad purity. The longer the movie ran, the less I liked it and the more I admired it.
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75For those with the patience to latch onto Van Sant's slow, methodical groove. It's worth trying.
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75Somewhere between profound and ludicrous, kind of like a cross between "Waiting for Godot" and "Dude, Where's My Car?"
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75The result is like a "Waiting for Godot" for the video-game generation.
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70There's elegance and grace here, fostering an opportunity to reflect upon why men get so dutiful about being down. It's worth the hike.
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70In some strange way, I admire the enterprise. Like his Gerrys, Van Sant doesn't seem to know where he's going to wind up when he embarks on these journeys. The ether that seeps into his head might be the price we have to pay for his keeping his mind so open.
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70It's certainly a provocation, with a few funny moments, and for my money it's less phony and offensive than "Finding Forrester."
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50Gerry isn't much of anything, and doesn't claim to be. It's a movie stripped of its movieness.
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50A gorgeously shot endurance test that is impossible to get through on anything less than a full night's sleep and a double shot of espresso.
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50If it were a landscape painting, Gerry would deserve a place in the National Gallery. But as a movie...deserves its own wing in The Old Curiosity Shop.
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50A wee Boy Scout would have done far better in the wilds. It’s tough to think "Waiting for Godot" when what you’re watching is closer to "Dumb & Dumber."
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50Van Sant ultimately reveals so little about this odd couple that we frankly don't give a damn what happens to them. Nor, apparently, does he.
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40Long takes do not a masterpiece make, and the suspicion that the whole thing is a lark is only bolstered by Damon and Affleck's inability to contain their giggles.
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40For the most part, Gerry is a lot of self-indulgent baloney.
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40Gerry moves slowly and deliberately, like a torture technique, leaving us feeling as dry and dusty and lost as its two characters.
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40Exercise in existential tedium that it is, Gerry isn't without devotees.
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30Defiantly uncommunicative picture.
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30In the end, Gerry is beyond the simple question of pleasure. Seeing it may be no fun at all, but then discomfort is part of the price one pays in learning.
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30Gerry is all manner without any trace of depth.
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25Strands Matt Damon and Casey Affleck (both named Gerry) in a desert with little to say and do except lose themselves in an existential wasteland of doomed beauty.
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25The desert is clean in Gerry, but it's also empty.
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20The most screamingly obvious reaction to Gerry is: what a load of pseudo-arty you-know-what.
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0Gerry is ragingly bad art that contributes to a definition of independent film as something no one would want to sit through.