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Detroit Free Press:
A textbook example of light holiday fare, expect it to stick with you at least as long as one of J.Lo's marriages.
Alternately politically correct and confusingly archaic, with a devastating lack of romantic connection between its two stars.
A Cinderella story so formulaic you'll be looking for a glass slipper.
Everything in Maid in Manhattan is exceedingly pleasant, designed not to offend. It goes down easy, leaving virtually no aftertaste.
New York Times:
In general the picture is so committed to inoffensiveness and to hammering home its uplifting, bootstrap message that it lacks the necessary element of malice.
Maybe this is why the movie isn't any good. Entertaining isn't its main function. It's designed to sell us a bill of goods.
Maid in Manhattan might not look so appealing on third or fourth viewing down the road ... But as a high concept vehicle for two bright stars of the moment who can rise to fans' lofty expectations, the movie passes inspection.
Globe and Mail:
These two are generating about as much chemistry as an Iraqi factory poised to receive a UN inspector.
Dallas Morning News:
The sad truth is that as a couple J. Lo and Mr. Fiennes fail to duplicate the movie-star charisma of Julia Roberts and Richard Gere.
So brisk is Wang's pacing that none of the excellent cast are given air to breathe.
It's badly acted, blandly directed, and could have been scripted by someone who just graduated from elementary school.
Jennifer Lopez has star power, genuine talent and considerable assets, but she's wasted yet again in a grossly predictable romantic comedy.
San Francisco Chronicle:
The movie would almost qualify as pleasant, were it not for a certain condescension in its treatment of working-class life and its offhand assumption that lives not buoyed by riches or aggrandized by fame are hardly worth living.
J. Lo will earn her share of the holiday box office pie, although this movie makes one thing perfectly clear: She's a pretty woman, but she's no working girl.
Executed by The Joy Luck Club's Wayne Wang with the professional dispatch of someone delivering room service.
Talented individuals labour over the contrivances in this lightweight romance, and if the result's fluff, at least it's painless.
Maid in Manhattan proves that it's easier to change the sheets than to change hackneyed concepts when it comes to dreaming up romantic comedies.
The fantasies of Cinderella and the American dream are joined and buffed up for unsure romantic results.
Problem is, there really isn't any dialogue here that suggests that Marisa is truly sassy, or charming, or candid, or that the would-be senator is either brilliant or senatorial, or that her accent-less son is not simply on loan from Hogwarts.