Metacritic reviews

Nine Months is slick, phony and uneven, but it's often raucously funny too. And Mr. Grant displays enough intelligence and sportsmanship to emerge from this ordeal as a major Hollywood star.

If there were a scale for measuring how much of a movie’s substance was pure plastic, Nine Months, the new maternity comedy directed by Chris Columbus (Mrs. Doubtfire), would surely register dangerously high polymer levels.

While not exactly poised to bother the old grey matter too much, will provide a great night's entertainment for sitcom lovers everywhere. But doing for childbirth what Four Weddings And A Funeral did for nuptials remains an unlikely proposition.

Here, the charm doesn't happen because the movie doesn't care about them as people. They have little human dimension; they are the tools of the plot, and it's unfair to ask actors to supply qualities that the screenplay doesn't account for.

Complacently conventional...it threatens to turn an interesting actor into a self-parodying commodity.

Frantically busy, largely laugh-free.

Vapid.

Even a C-section couldn't rescue the shallow script and overplayed performances by Hugh Grant and Tom Arnold.

Good for a few laughs but soon turns tiresome, veering incongruously between slapstick antics and mushy sentimentality.

Pitiful.