Simple and well acted, it has tension enough to knot the stomach.

There is just so much movie here. For some it may be too much. But in the same secretly sarcastic way most telemarketers say the phrase, the title of this one is particularly apt.

if their story seems completely bonkers, almost like a feverish work of fiction, you ain't heard nothing yet.

A movie that not only functions as a solid scarefest but a razor-sharp satire.

Jerry Lewis was cast in this slobbering bore-fest about an old geezer whom has recently lost his wife.The most sore-thumb quality about this tripe is the fact that it has no point except to prop up Lewis as a kindly old load whom we're supposed to find irresistible..... I did not. Hopefully this will be his swan song as an actor (by the way, he was NEVER an actor).Lewis was a comedian, nothing more -- and even then, he was funny only when he was funny, which wasn't very often. His pathetic films (especially the ones he directed) have proved that.If nothing else, Lewis' movies over the years (most notably in the 1960's) can be viewed as a poignant exercise in self-aggrandizement, similar to the way he conducted himself on the Labor Day telethons where he always said things like, "What 'I' have tried to do here....". Always "I", not "We".... "My kids", not "Our kids", etc.And for those who are too stupid to realize it (and there are many), Lewis cannot act, he cannot direct, and he certainly cannot sing. Just like any other mediocre performer, Lewis lucked into the position to do whatever he wanted to do in the entertainment industry, so he thinks he's a singer. Having fun in your little fantasy-life there, Jerry? In his lame attempt to feel superior to others, Lewis has never possessed the cognizance to understand that other people (even if they're not 'famous') are worthwhile human beings. Being famous, trying to be humorous, or owning a yacht, is not what makes the man. That comes from the inside. Being a loving person comes from an amiable heart.Most of all, love comes from sincerity which allows a person to accept and help others. Jerry didn't get that, he just never got it. Not when he was pan-handling for nickels on those telethons, and certainly not in 'Max Rose'. The audience is only offered a character filled with syrupy vomit which Jerry was hoping would be construed as "charm", an obvious failure.No doubt Lewis was expecting a 'deserved' Oscar for this.... deservedly, he didn't get it.

This movie surprised me positively. I always check the rating before watching any movie. The 6.4 rate did not turn me like watching it. But I did anyway because of Jerry Lewis and just loved it. Its current rating isn't fair. This movie is a piece of art with a great message. No clichés and good surprises unfold. I highly recommend watching it! Sometimes we don't treasure our lives and just can't seem to realize what we are letting go through our fingers. A movie like this helps us see what a great gift our lives are. Jerry Lewis acting is close to perfection. Sometimes some horrible movies get good ratings. Why is that? I guess I can't trust ratings anymore.

Just another Jerry Lewis Filmed Fiasco that sat unreleased.... until now, unfortunately. No doubt to prove that he's still relevant in some way, Lewis has allowed humanity to be 'graced' with this ridiculously sappy movie about the widower life of an old fart (Lewis, type-casted).Lewis putters around bumping into things, the camera incessantly zooming in for the close-up so we can see just how 'loveable' and 'cuddly' he really is -- yes, this is a science-fiction flick, folks. But at least Jerry doesn't try to sing!.... there IS a God! Jerry's fake pomposity is in tow once again. Pass on this matza ball of a film.

Memory is a funny thing, it ebbs and flows with one's mood and circumstances and so does perspective. In Max Rose, we meet a recent widower (played by Jerry Lewis), who finds reason to believe that his wife of 65 years, Eva (Claire Bloom) was in love with another man. He declares at her funeral that the marriage "was a lie." Max, who is already a cantankerous old man, becomes even more recalcitrant after his loss and engaging in a revisionist journey wherein he lets his own demons pollute his mind. Lewis, in his first feature role in more than 20 years, does well in presenting the depression and anger that Max suffers, and it is perhaps the most redeeming quality of the film because something else is still missing. Read more of my review here: https://indieethos.com/2016/09/23/max- rose/