Time Out says
Of course, the real story here is whether by sheer act of will, Sly can muscle back in on the box-office action he once took for granted, and although it’s hard to resist the feeling that you’re being gypped to salve his mid-life crisis, the big lug’s still an inexplicably likeable screen presence. The movie’s tiresomely sluggish for most of its running time, sloshing with indulgent sentiment as it lingers over former haunts and recalls old triumphs, and barely believable (except if you’re George Foreman) – yet still we’re rooting for the big guy, and even now there’s an involuntary nostalgic frisson when the training montage locks with Bill Conti’s theme music. Still, even goodwill can’t make this look like anything more than a glorified TV special. Surely it’s time for the audience to throw in the towel?