Dueling reviews of the week -- Washington Post on D.E.B.S.

I love the Washington Post because it has reviews in both its Style and Weekend sections, and their critics are all smart, fun, and funny. When the movies are good, they are very, very good, but when they are bad, they're better.

This week, Style's Stephen Hunter and Weekend's Michael O'Sullivan have opposite reactions to spy spoof with lesbians D.E.B.S. Hunter enjoys it as "a spoof inside a parody concealed in a Cinnabon" (he seems a bit dazzled by the combination of tiny plaid skirts and heavy artillery) but O'Sullivan thinks it has "less sense of pacing and visual composition than a real estate agent training video."

My review concludes that "It runs out of steam and ideas after about 20 minutes and that's giving it an additional 10 minutes' grace just because the girls are so fetching in a Britney Spears "Hit Me Baby One More Time" era sort of way."