[1] Lawrence Van Gelder of The New York Times wrote: "Stir with an aspiring film maker and what results, all too often, is the movie equivalent of a prepackaged meal in a jiffy: bland and undistinguished.

He also commented that "the undernourished script leaves [Scott Caan] not so much seething with hate that gives way to enlightenment as overflowing with youthful stupidity eventually diluted with regret"; and opined that "the film's most vivid character is Billy Little Plume.

"[3] David Kronke of the Los Angeles Times called it "one of those excruciatingly shallow and deeply stupid lovers-on-the-lam movies that really sticks it to Mean Ol' Society."

He stated: "Scott Caan swaggers through his role like the son of a movie star, not like the wounded and confused soul he's supposed to be; Crider runs the gamut with her one expression—a sneer, naturally.

"[4] Peter Stack of the San Francisco Chronicle wrote: "Mitch Marcus succeeds in capturing the grim essence of Los Angeles' arid outskirts as a tacky wasteland.