Critics reviews

For a comedy that swerves rather awkwardly into action-thriller territory, [Ghosted] is not half-bad... [The film] clacks along efficiently, ticking off all the expected boxes. There are no surprises here, just the pleasant ectoplasmic shimmer of a formula you’ve seen a million times before, vanishing almost as soon as the end credits start rolling.

De Armas and Evans, charismatic and charming on their own, have next to no chemistry. Every line delivery is so stilted it’s as though they’re being read off cue-cards, a la SNL, and each attempt at flirting feels forced.

[Evans and de Armas] take the film’s ridiculousness just seriously enough to keep barreling through while navigating the more puckish bits with the requisite charm and buoyancy. Still, the whole enterprise is as far-fetched as they come as it amusingly plies the belief that love can conquer all — even world domination.

The leads are too charismatic for [Ghosted] to ever feel unwatchable, but fundamentally there’s no reason to root for these two to get together. They’re both unspeakably gorgeous; they’ll find someone else. What do we care?

This film is so smug and self-satisfied that you can practically feel the contempt everyone involved with its production has for its audience... [It] is a tedious exercise in sheer greed and laziness that presumes if enough money and famous faces are tossed into the mix, no one will notice, or at least mind, the utter vacuousness of the enterprise.

“Ghosted” doesn’t ask for anything more than a couple intermittently attentive hours of your time. Thanks to Evans and de Armas, it’s the sort of invitation that’s pretty hard to ignore.

[Ghosted] gives the odd sensation of would-be entertaining, aspiring-to-be charming romantic comedy action film that’s really been filtered through ChatGPT—it hits all the right beats in theory. Still, it’s incredibly soulless, disposable, and as generic as they come.

[Ghosted] is 50% romantic comedy, 50% action blockbuster, and 100% forgettable... Its comedy would have been old hat in the mid-’90s, and apart from a few clever action beats, there’s very little tension or excitement to speak of. Even the cast... feel like they’re operating at half-strength.

It’s utterly impossible to see the appeal of Ghosted, the movie, a staggeringly, maddeningly atrocious heap of increasingly boneheaded decisions that will act as depressing documentation of just how rotten things got in the current oversaturated streaming landscape.

After a point, it starts to feel like Ghosted is trying to brainwash its audience. There is no chemistry, sexual or otherwise. Evans and De Armas have made for a charismatic pair during Ghosted’s press tour, but their film doesn’t seem to understand that an “opposites attract” storyline requires passionate disagreement.

“Ghosted” barely seems like a real movie... This tedious, unfunny, screamingly unoriginal romantic adventure film is so flimsy and so insubstantial that it’s practically vaporous.

[Ghosted is] a paint-by-numbers action movie that feels like it’s already been half-forgotten by the time it starts playing on your TV... [The film] was shot like a car commercial, lazily borrows from an obvious litany of actual Hollywood blockbusters, and constantly betrays the fact that it was made without any real financial interest in actually being good.