This comedy is packed with p---- jokes, the cruder the better.

A bawdy, brainy sex comedy geared toward smart people with a sophomoric streak.

An unapologetically stupid and implausible movie, but in the best possible way -- it's so sure of itself, it wins you over.

The trouble is that the film forsakes one sort of energy for another, and the downshift is a drag.

Nothing more than a sort of dumb, sort of clever fish out of water comedy.

It's still easily the funniest movie of the year.

The film is almost as shaky as the science, but Nichols knows how to get the most out of what amounts to a one-joke comedy, and Bening works virtual miracles.

Let your children have their childhood while you have a rare, grown-up experience at the multi-plex for a change.

In another universe - though it is difficult to imagine which one - Garry Shandling might be sexy.

The film's asset, in a walk, is Bening, whose comic timing puts Shandling to shame.

Shandling and Nichols strain to reach a mainstream audience and wind up sounding like they, too, have been trained to tell us what we want to hear. Sorry, guys, but you don't score.

Garry Shandling is poignant and hilarious as an alien stud.

With Gary Shandling appearing in just about every scene, only fans of his trademark whiny, disinterested delivery and sexist un-political correctness have a hope of enjoying his new film.

Goodman's comic delivery gets maximum mileage from a few amusing situations, though.