Metacritic reviews

Poetic and bittersweet, Cmon Cmon is a special film, one that asks us to recognize the mistakes we make, the people we wound, the feelings we hurt, and to maybe give ourselves a break in the process and hold on for what better future tomorrow may bring.

The character complexities grow out of Mills’ divinely extraordinary writing.

Mills makes this genre feel new and insightful, as if he’s one of only a few filmmakers who has tackled the complex dynamic between adult and child.

In amplifying the diverse voices of American children through the film’s radio vérité subplot, C’mon C’mon proves that kids have some pretty insightful advice to impart, if only we’d just listen.

Another rich creation in Mills' bittersweet, gently profound collisions of art and life.

Even if C’mon C’mon occasionally feels like navel-gazing, it’s too open-hearted and generous of spirit to miss.

It’s a wispy yet insightful and emotionally satisfying film.

C’mon C’mon proves plenty poignant, but it’s less entertaining than it might have been.

The results are a bit more wishy-washy than usual. If Mills’ films are typically aimed at the intersection where the personal and the universal collide, this one can be unspecific in a way that drifts toward vagueness.

It’s an impressively contrived film, almost a machine for winning awards, a monochrome reverie of midlife yearning.