The Man: Critic Reviews

The buddy action comedy is now the megaplex equivalent of an old vaudeville routine. It is shticky, it is beyond predictable, it is such a creaky ritual that one would be hard-pressed to remember when it was actually fun.

The idea that anyone would mistake Eugene Levy for Samuel L. Jackson is just about the funniest thing in this action-buddy comedy.

In Roy Orbison terms, enduring this movie is like working for The Man.

Unfortunately, The Man makes the mistake of assuming casting is all it takes to make a good comedy.

The Man is 83 minutes of flatulence-perfumed proof.

This movie's dumb.

Using the comic genius Levy simply for his bushy eyebrows is like using a Ming vase as a doorstop.

The Man [is] a vehicle of canned comedic setups that yield a slight buzz of low-level, odd-coupling amusement and a few welcome spasms of belly laughs.

Within a few days, you may not remember the title The Man. Within a few weeks, you may not even remember the movie.

The inescapable fact about The Man is that this movie is completely unnecessary.

As long as airlines need sub-par comedies, The Man will have a home flying the friendly skies. On the ground, it goes nowhere.

The humor isn't all that funny by comedy standards -- you're more likely to smile than laugh -- and the action scenes are low-key by adventure conventions.

As a comedy, The Man resembles a photo negative of Midnight Run, opposite in every possible way.

[A] functional if thoroughly uninspired movie.

The Man is yet another screwed-up mess that will give audiences another excuse to shun the multiplexes this weekend.

The chattering salesman and the curse-crazy cop never click, but they have their moments.

At what point do you know that a movie isn't just bad, it's off-the-scale, surrender-all-hope, no-turning-back bad?

The Man definitely has a plan. And it still fails.

You take your laughs where you can find them.

Cop buddy comedies demand a framework for their antics, and that's where The Man stumbles.

Who knew Samuel L. Jackson and Eugene Levy would make such a dynamic comic duo?

The Man plays like a sequel to some terrible movie that was mercifully destroyed before it was ever released.

A derivative, readily-forgettable insult to the intelligence!

...watered-down and egregiously silly...