What is interesting is not how little sense Déjà Vu makes but how little that matters. If you want your films to add up logically, you're welcome to take your calculator somewhere else. But if you do, you will be missing out on some first-class genre fun.Read Full Review »
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Boston Globe: Wesley Morris
You aren't likely to see a more ludicrous movie for the rest of the year. But rarely has such ludicrousness been used to pay tribute to a town in need of love. Déjà Vu is generic enough to have been filmed anywhere. But it happens to be set in post-Katrina New Orleans.Read Full Review »
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ReelViews: James Berardinelli
Denzel Washington plays Denzel Washington, good cop. This isn't a great performance, but Washington wasn't brought in to show off his acting chops.Read Full Review »
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Village Voice: Nathan Lee
Déjà Vu isn't as sleek a genre pleasure as "Enemy of the State," but it does have a freaky little trick up its sleeve.Read Full Review »
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NewsWeek: David Ansen
It's preposterous, but never dull: Scott whips the action into a taut, tasty lather.Read Full Review »
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Philadelphia Inquirer: David Hiltbrand
Like "Man on Fire," the previous collaboration between Washington and Scott, Déjà Vu is stunning but poorly paced, a film that manages to be both captivating and frustrating.Read Full Review »
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ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Owen Gleiberman
Déjà Vu is watchable trash, meticulously edited in Scott's skip-stutter style, but there's something ultimately unsatisfying about a thriller that more or less makes up its rules as it goes along.Read Full Review »
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USA Today: Scott Bowles
Déjà Vu cannot escape the weight of its murky science, action-film formula and preposterous ending.Read Full Review »
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Salon.com: Stephanie Zacharek
To believe Déjà Vu, or even to pretend you can actually follow it, you'll need heavy-duty gear -- harness belt, spelunking helmet, a great deal of rope, PowerBars for sustenance. A little coffee wouldn't hurt, either.Read Full Review »
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The New York Times: Manohla Dargis
The joke of it is, for all the pricey bangs and booms, the whiplash cinematography and the editing that turns film space into cubistic tableaux, a Bruckheimer-and-Scott partnership is only as good as its screenplay, and this one is a mess.Read Full Review »