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7 reviews · Provided by Metacritic.com
- 25Slant MagazineEric HendersonSlant MagazineEric HendersonImagine parents sitting in the audience with their naughty children (who used their Cabbage Patch dolls as driveway obstructions for their Big Wheel obstacle courses) and feeling ruefully double-crassed.
- 12Chicago TribuneChicago TribuneMost disappointing are the seven 'Kids' themselves, played by midgets wearing elaborate headpieces. Their behavior is every bit as gross as their reputations: Valerie Vomit uses her digestive instability to win a fistfight; Windy Winston's chief weapon is flatulance; Nat Nerd graphically wets his pants. [24 Aug 1987, p.5]
- 10Los Angeles TimesKevin ThomasLos Angeles TimesKevin ThomasThe biggest problem is with the kids themselves, which are played by little people with electrically operated fake heads stuck on top of them. The kids have very little expression, and their voices seem disembodied. As a result, The Garbage Pail Kids Movie seems so much cheap fakery at a time when breathtakingly convincing special effects have become the rule rather than the exception.
- 0TV Guide MagazineTV Guide MagazineA stunningly inept and totally reprehensible film.
- 0The New York TimesCaryn JamesThe New York TimesCaryn JamesGross-out humor for children, cynically packaged with goody-goody morals that wouldn't convince the most naive parent or child.
- 0Austin ChronicleMarjorie BaumgartenAustin ChronicleMarjorie BaumgartenThis crude live-action takeoff on the Cabbage Patch phenomenon ought to have had star Anthony Newley humming "Stop the Movie, I Want to Get Off."
- 0The Globe and Mail (Toronto)Rick GroenThe Globe and Mail (Toronto)Rick GroenObviously, commercial film has a proud history of appealing to our less noble instincts. But why does this particular thing fail so provocatively, going beyond mere stupidity into downright offensive? #2. Not just because it is charmless, humorless, cynical and mean- minded. Lots of movies are that. Yet Garbage Pail crosses the fine line where a difference in degree becomes a difference in kind. In fact, it invents a brand new genre: kiddie nihilism, a callow theatre of disgust. Antonin Artaud, meet Mr. Dressup. [26 Aug 1987]