Metacritic reviews

The film is so exuberant that we don't care whether we're listening to Lou Reed's off-the-cuff comments about New York, watching Mel Gorham do a sexy dance in front of a mirror, or hearing Jim Jarmusch's ramblings on the romance of the smoking culture.

The improvisations are a mixed bag -- Reed and Fox are surprisingly hilarious, while Roseanne is a shrieking horror show -- but the air of gentle play and a wistful sense that Brooklyn is some kind of lost Eden put this one up on the more structured "Smoke."

[The movie has] considerable charm and humor....Adam Holender's fresh, airy camera work and a vibrant electric score also add vitality to an all-talk film. [13 Oct 1999, p.F8]

Good-humored, try-anything fun.

The results are ragged, disjointed, and endearing.

The lows never last too long - something invariably jumps out to recapture our interest or prompt a chuckle.

Some of the bits work and others don't, but no one seems to be keeping score, and that's part of the movie's charm.

Jim Jarmusch's elegiac, hilarious performance as a man about to smoke his final cigarette is brilliant.

Easy to take but even easier to leave alone.

What a bold notion for a movie, and what a bust in terms of execution.