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A motivational book written by a mysterious man quickly gains popularity, inspiring a group of people that includes a journalist, his editor, a former inmate, a hip-hop mogul, an actor and an undercover cop to re-evaluate their choices and decisions by confronting their fears in hopes of creating more positive lives.
It's 'Pulp Fiction' lite with blaxploitation aspects. Regardless, a movie about beating addictions, getting more out of life, and being a better person, is a good thing.
Casting Sylvester Stallone as a gossip-site publisher obviously modeled on Matt Drudge is one of many counterintuitive ideas that backfire in "Reach Me."
Reach Me takes a long list of cliches -- some more offensive than others -- and mixes them all together with a fancy cast to make a boring, pretentious film. Reach for an actual book instead.
A kitchen-sink mess with no discernible narrative drive or thematic resonance beyond uninspired batches of bad behavior, gunplay, eccentricity and weak uplift.
At times "Reach Me" is undeniably intriguing, mostly because it's just so weird and disconnected. Eventually, though, it just becomes tiresome.
November 24, 2014
RogerEbert.com
Once you've sunk into the entirely warped groove of "Reach Me" you're almost eager to experience the next offense against aesthetics and/or common sense it is poised to commit.