I don't think they liked it a lot:
[S]adly, Mr. Smith has made a movie so false and blatantly icky that it's the film equivalent of making goo-goo noises and chucking a baby under the chin for 103 minutes. At the end, all you're left with is drool and a mountain of baby powder.
The cautionary lesson of "Jersey Girl," which opens today nationwide, might be that when it comes to screenwriting, facetiousness is a lot easier to convey than deep personal feeling. The movie, crammed with wince-inducing contrivances, false notes and fizzled jokes, all leading to a tired race-against-time ending, is so bad that it could stand as a textbook example of what not to do if you're an independent filmmaker flirting with the Hollywood mainstream.
The review is titled "How To End A Career", incidentally. It describes a plot point in the movie, but I'd say both Smith and Affleck need to start making better decisions.
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