Analyze That: Critic Reviews

It doesn't take long to get the sinking sensation that you're seeing a shadow of a former joke.

A loose-jointed series of skits, laced with running jokes that poke mild fun at mob movie cliches and therapeutic psychobabble.

Though the picture falls apart whenever the two leads aren't on screen together, you can argue that That isn't that inferior to its predecessor.

Wasting Robert De Niro and Billy Crystal's talent and too much of our time.

Dull and awful.

Some of this might fly if there were a script, any script, but under the direction of Harold Ramis, the supporting cast mills about aimlessly while the two stars shoot potty-mouth improvisations at each other.

The by now exhausted one-joke scenario -- Mafioso on the couch -- revisited and rehashed with unimaginative franchise fidelity.

Your response to its new sequel, Analyze That, may hinge on what you thought of the first film.

The screenplay flounders under the weight of too many story lines.

Just a collection of this and that -- whatever fills time -- with no unified whole.

What we get in Analyze That are several talented actors delivering their familiar screen personas in the service of an idiotic plot.

Where This was lazy but enjoyable, a formula comedy redeemed by its stars, That is even lazier and far less enjoyable.

Possibly not since Grumpy Old Men have I heard a film so solidly connect with one demographic while striking out with another.

Although the level of the comedy declines as the movie proceeds, there's no denying the fun of watching De Niro and Crystal having fun.

thin, flat and largely forgettable, as De Niro and Crystal trudge through with all the enthusiasm of John Madden at a salad bar.

It's sad to think this shapeless, sloppy, badly paced mess was directed by Ramis, who helmed one of the smartest films of the past 15 years, Groundhog Day.

Plays like the sort of phone-it-in sequel that's patched together mainly to further enrich the people who made the original.

An offer we can most definitely refuse.

Patient suffers from serious delusions of humour and a desire to cash in on previously successful strategies.

Nothing here seems as funny as it did in Analyze This, not even Joe Viterelli as De Niro's right-hand goombah.

Analyze That delivers its share of amusing moments, but, when it comes to inventive or inspired comedy, it is lacking.

A surprisingly flat retread, hobbled by half-baked setups and sluggish pacing.