Search: Directed by Peter Farrelly

Mortensen has gained weight. He plays Tony with confidence.

If the plot is poor, the direction takes dull to new levels of blandness.

This film sees the brothers right back on form but ringing a few changes and even making the odd serious point.

Anchored by Anthony Ippolito’s performance – he not only bears a striking resemblance to Stallone, but his physical and verbal mimicry is uncanny.

The film is patchy. The funny parts are inspired. Others... fall flat.

It disappoints on two fronts. The directors, Bobby and Peter Farrelly, love vulgar so much they can't be anything else and the complexity of the human body is too wondrous for a bunch of animators to figure out.

Hornby's novel is a master class in relationships and rich human interaction and the Farellys have done it reasonable justice, however diluted by its screenwriters.

The fat-is-gross non-PC running gag trips up after half an hour.

It's unclear whether we're supposed to be laughing at, or with, the protagonists - a fatal mistake.

The film has a great beginning, an okay middle and a stupid ending.