I love Dolly Parton, like truly, true love. And even in this god-awful movie, she is still somehow transcendently wonderful. Every time she opens her mouth, it’s funny. Every time she sings, it’s amazing. And in those moments you’re like ‘wow, unstoppable. She’s a queen, she’s unstoppable.’ And then everybody else in the movie takes a shit all over everything. […] She has strapped this movie to her heavily-corseted body and is carrying it. She is like a champion of this movie. The plot is so borderline hateful toward her character and she yet she still comes out shining.
—  Jason Mantzoukas accurately reviewing Rhinestone