On the front page of the NYTimes website:

A. O. Scott says Frank Oz has turned "a dusty, second-rate thriller from 1975 into a loud and shiny postmodern farce."

This quote above, which makes it sound like Scott lauds the film, appears no where in Scott's review. Here's the basic tone:

The Stepford Wives," Frank Oz's madcap re-engineering of a dusty, second-rate thriller from 1975, opens with a montage of happy housewives and their household gadgets. Making fun of images like these — smiling women in Eisenhower-era perms and evening gowns swooning over their automated kitchen cabinets — has become such a tiresome pop-culture staple that you may wonder if the movie, which opens today nationwide, has anything new to say about feminism, suburbia or consumer society. The answer is not really, but it does manage to fire off a handful of decent jokes and a few sneaky insights before losing its nerve and collapsing into incoherence.

The closest Scott comes to calling this movie a "loud and shiny postmodern farce" is calling it "a gaudy, noisy farce that perpetually threatens to spin out of control and eventually does."

How can we expect the NYTimes to get right the truth about Iraq if they can't even get right what's in their own pages?