Along Came Polly: Critic Reviews

I chuckled a few times at Along Came Polly, if only because Ben Stiller is willing to stoop as low as he can to turn himself into a clown prince of humiliation: the man who would be dork.

This flat romantic comedy fails to provide any reason why a spunky girl-next-door like Jennifer Aniston's character would give Ben Stiller's uptight nerd the time of day.

Trouble is, it isn't just Polly who comes along: Lots of extraneous matter does, too.

I ... laughed myself sick.

Firmly ensconced among the forgettables in Stiller's career.

There is no central drama, no surprise, no tension.

Largely innocuous and forgettable.

Tame and predictable, with the gastric-distress sound-effects machine working overtime.

Though Polly packs ample comic punch, it also demonstrates that life isn't about the safe past or the uncertain future but the journeys we make each day.

Superlative wasted cast and chamber pot-embarrassing humor.

It's a workmanlike romantic comedy that by the end has quietly added up to a little more than you expected.

There isn't a lot in the movie that is funny.

Some movies run out of gas. This one could use an alternate fuel source.

Slight but occasionally riotous.

It isn't fresh. It isn't special. It isn't anything.

The whole thing starts out amiably enough, but then loses all momentum just as it's supposed to be lifting off.

Let's face it: It's really fun to watch Ben Stiller suffer.

Like the rest of today's alleged comedies that are never funny, this one pretends to be hip, but lacks every semblance of intelligence and depends on the basest common instincts in the kindergarten I.Q. for laughs.

Though obstacles are de rigeur in this kind of comic formula, the ones applied in Along Came Polly have the effect of reminding viewers of how unrealistic the pairing of Reuben and Polly is.

Recycles gags from various, more successful gross-out and romantic comedies, but without any zest or imagination.

Practically everyone here is a collection of tics, gimmicks and mannerisms.

A lighthearted, lead-footed romantic comedy of the post-Farrelly sentimental yuckfest school.

Depends on the mistaken belief that Jennifer Aniston's appeal is so universally recognizable it's unnecessary to write a fully-rounded character for her.

A movie where love means diarrhea.