Critic Reviews
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Boston Globe
Rocco B. Colella
The Rise of Taj is relatively pointless in the scheme of things, but refreshing in what it (mostly) doesn't resort to for laughs.
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Entertainment Weekly
Everything old is old again in this rickety extension of 2002's already rickety "Van Wilder."
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The Onion (A.V. Club)
Penn, who probably didn't need this shoddy placeholder after the cult success of "Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle's," acquits himself with a gentle charisma that makes the crudity go down easy. Granted, it's still s---, but with a sweeter odor than usual.
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| 38 |
New York Post
Ryan Reynolds isn't around this time - and neither is most of the wit.
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| 30 |
The New York Times
National Lampoon’s Van Wilder 2: The Rise of Taj harnesses smut and silliness to an oddly innocent tale of true love.
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Chicago Reader
This is shocking only for its tepidness; except for some raunchy language, it's ready-made for basic cable.
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New York Daily News
If you liked "Van Wilder," which starred Ryan Reynolds and Tara Reid, be warned: The only person returning from the cast is the boring Indian kid Taj Mahal Badalandabad (Kal Penn).
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| 25 |
TV Guide
The laughs are low, the breasts are high, and the film is instantly forgettable.
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| 25 |
San Francisco Chronicle
While Kal Penn manages a decent lead performance as Taj, the writing is terrible.
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| 20 |
The Hollywood Reporter
So blatantly not funny that it might as well have been called "National Geographic's Van Wilder 2."
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| 20 |
LA Weekly
Luke Y. Thompson
So why not a sequel that subtracts the only good thing about the first movie, Ryan Reynolds? When Tara Reid won't even come back, you know things can't be good.
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Variety
The four-years-in-the-making, badly recycled (not to mention awful) sequel might stain the honor of the Lampoon label if it hadn't already produced several even worse films.
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Los Angeles Times
Michael Ordona
To make a movie this charmless and uninspired takes a certain negligence that is rare among even the most cynical Hollywood moneymaking exercises.
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Austin Chronicle
Granted, the state of the indie hipster and/or Big-Man-on-the-Quad aesthetic has probably skewed a bit since I was a frosh, but good lord, man, it can't be this pale an imitation of campus life. I implore you: Go rent "National Lampoon's Animal House" and leave this flaccid wanker alone.
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