Yoga Hosers

Even fans who’ve stuck with Smith for two decades may draw the line at this outing.

Aims for inspired lunacy but misses the mark by a mile.

It all seems like something that was hatched during a particularly neuron-impaired free-association game.

The entire film has the strange feel of watching an elaborately produced home movie to be played at a holiday party rather than a movie theater.

Depp and Smith want to put their kids in a big, expensive home movie? Fine. Do it. But show it at home.

If the creators of South Park had made it, Yoga Hosers might have been hysterical.

Yoga Hosers is not the complete abortion of a film it’s reputed to be, but Smith gets in his own way far too often.

What makes Smith a dynamic podcaster – his shambolic, off-the-cuff storytelling – is his undoing as a filmmaker.

Writer-director-comic-book-artist-cult-figure Kevin Smith’s latest exercise in questionable taste goes literally from bad to wurst.

At its core, Yoga Hosers isn’t a movie: It’s a podcast riff given material form; a bong rip visualized; an SCTV sketch devoid...

Yoga Hosers isn’t really a movie. It’s a quarter-to-1:00 a.m. SNL sketch, nightmarishly distended into oblivion.

Smith seems to have soured to the idea of making films for anyone outside his circle of fans, podcast co-hosts, and family members. Yoga Hosers, th...

To shackle two lovely and promising teenage actresses to material this dreadful could be reasonably construed as an awfully expensive form of child...