Most critics come down in favour, though not by much. The praise clusters on the target: the fashion world is judged ripe for it, and the deadpan silliness is thought to land more often than it misses. Stiller and Wilson’s pairing is the performance most often singled out, with Will Ferrell’s villain close behind, and several reviews enjoy the costumes, the catwalk set-pieces and the crowd of cameos.
The spread is wide. Even admirers call it a one-joke film, and the doubters say the joke is stretched thin, the conspiracy plot compared more than once to a television sketch running long. RogerEbert.com objects to the assassination storyline on grounds of taste so soon after September 2001, and The Guardian’s lukewarm welcome is coloured by the same moment. The AV Club finds Stiller’s lead performance shrill and credits Wilson with what spark there is. The harshest reviews find the satire obvious and the humour heavy-handed.
