Metacritic reviews

A lame TV sitcom with big-screen ambition that's almost touching in its hopelessness.

There's more than a hint of self-pitying male-castration fantasy in writer-director Jeff Franklin's portrayal.

A one-dimensional comedy that mostly falls flat.

It would have done better to go straight to video, where it belongs.

Low comedy doesn't get any lower than Love Stinks.

A gyno-phobic fantasy about the date who won't go away.

Exploits all the cliches about shrewish women and pussy-whipped men without achieving satire.

Whatever stinks in this theater, it isn't love.

An awful, misanthropic, deadly unfunny and badly acted war-of-the-sexes travesty.

This movie reeks, stinks, smells and destroys life as we know it with one olfactory destructive blast.