Like the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Showtime and Taxi seemingly haunt every shot of Les Mayfield's shrill white cop/black cop buddy movie.
| Original Score: .5/4
If you inhaled all the nitrous oxide at the dental convention, you might think this movie was funny. Unfortunately, I left my tank at home.
| Original Score: 1/5
Did the odd-couple buddy-cop genre officially die somewhere around the third Lethal Weapon installment?
| Original Score: 1.5/4
Do you value your time and money enough to spend 80 minutes waiting for two flatulence jokes?
The often-funny chemistry between Jackson and Levy makes it worth a look, but you'd probably be happier paying to see it on video.
| Original Score: 2.5/4
While Jackson and Levy look very funny together, they are pigeonholed in roles requiring them to spend most of their time arguing and yelling at each other.
At 83 minutes long, The Man is as endless as a bad dream.
| Original Score: 1/4
It's essentially a buddy comedy that we've all seen before.
| Original Score: 2/4
How far must these vets have fallen to endure two farting scenes, a peeing-in-the-pool scene, and repeated use of the phrase, "you're my *****."
[A]n unholy stew of gastrointestinal distress, ethnic stereotypes, and gloopy sentiment...
...a buddy comedy with a fatal misunderstanding of the concept of a comedic duo.
As I was watching the movie, something strange happened... I started laughing.
| Original Score: 3.5/5
In Roy Orbison terms, enduring this movie is like working for The Man.
If it weren't for the running flatulence gag, the whole silly business might be mistaken for slight, clean, fast-moving fun.
| Original Score: 2/5
There are only a few genuine laughs in The Man, separated by long moments of pondering the many ways you could have spent your 90 minutes and nine bucks.
| Original Score: 2/4
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?
At a zippy 83 minutes (including an ingenious title sequence that sets up the crime), The Man could be a lot worse. But with this kind of talent, it should be a lot better.
The Man arrives in theaters today with a sheet over its head and a tag on its toe.
The Man basically flatlines whenever Levy's off screen, becoming the most disposable buddy comedy in years.
The chattering salesman and the curse-crazy cop never click, but they have their moments.