Fantastic!

It's fun, it's light, [but] it has a hard time when its tries to get heavy.

The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.

It's simply great fun, a winsome film and an occasionally over-the-top luxury fantasy that never flags.

A few nights ago, I had the pleasure of watching a movie that fired on all cylinders; it was that rare bird that I expect achieved everything and more, from all involved, that it set out to be in its original imagining. This waste of 2 hours is its absolute inverse. The script is banal even for a popcorn flick, the humour, such as it is, flat to the point of feeling uncomfortable for the actors tasked to recite them, the characters cartoonish - even for what is at best a live action cartoon in and of itself - and the acting nightmarishly awful; even the usually reliable William Macy coasts on what could only be a self-referential parody of the milquetoast persona he knows the public expects of him by now. Travolta's input is particularly atrocious - one would think the man had never acted outside a high school play, though with the pablum substituting for dialog he was given to recite, perhaps he just decided it wasn't worth the effort. It's not a movie at all, in fact, just a series of flat, unrewarding, pedestrian skits strung together like nuggets of cheap costume jewellery along a slim thread of 2nd unit director establishing, stunt and scenery inserts - mostly (surprise) of 4 guys riding motorcycles. And even with its limited prospects overall, the climax and resolution could not have been more of an eye-rolling, impotently abortive cop-out. Just an abysmal waste of human and technical capital.

Four middle-aged men (Tim Allen, John Travolta, William H. Macy, and Martin Lawrence), dubbed the Wild Hogs, take a road trip on their motorcycles from Cincinnati to the Pacific to take a break from their mundane lives. On the journey ahead, they stop at a New Mexico bar, not knowing it belongs to the the mean biker gang "Del Fuegos." They steal a bike that belongs to the Wild Hogs, leading the four men to concoct a plan to get the bike back.Allen, Travolta, Macy and Lawrence prove that you don't always need those young punk, dude-like, eye candy guys to dominate the big screen. The Wildhogs are just about as entertaining as many of those gun-totting, property destroying action stars, or smoothing-talking, wisecracking romancers. There is a lot of cheese factor in the movie, especially in the dialog, but there is just enough comedy, drama and adventure to make this movie fast-paced and entertaining. Not a bad script to the movie either.Grade B-

A group of suburban biker wannabes looking for adventure hit the open road, but get more than they bargained for when they encounter a New Mexico gang called the Del Fuegos.Who are two terrible comedians? Tim Allen and Martin Lawrence. Who is a terrible actor? John Travolta. Why not put them in a movie? The answer is obvious to anyone who sees this: because it will be a steaming pile of garbage.The only really redeeming thing is seeing how buff John C. McGinley is. Did he work out or was that always hidden under there? The running homosexual joke is childish and gets a bit old, but has a bit of existential humor given that Travolta has long been dogged by rumors of his sexuality. Intended? No. Funny? Yes.Oh, and Ray Liotta is always a treat.

Badly written, poorly directed, awkwardly paced mid-life crisis flick about four aging buddies who hit the road on motorcycles to get away from it all, and end up running into a notorious biker gang along the way. Johh Travolta plays totally against type as the whiniest of the bunch, and he is just dreadful. Martin Lawrence is not in his element here, so he is forgiven. Tim Allen is wasted, as he does not play well in this ensemble piece (although he did just fine in another ensemble flick, Galaxy Quest). And William Macy clearly was in it for the paycheck. He plays a mouse turned man, and ends up wrapped up in duct tape for one of the movie's worst scenes. He also gets to react to volcano-like chili. Big laughs. Not. Ray Liotta as the head of the biker gang is not the Ray Liotta we have come to know and love from dozens of hard-edged movies. Here, he plays a caricature of himself, with a loud bark but no bite. A surprise appearance by someone we all know from the distant past does nothing to improve this dud. And few of today's movie watchers will recognize the dude anyway.