It's every bit as nonsensical and overitalicized a mess as ''The Whole Nine Yards.''
Michael WilmingtonChicago Tribune
A big, empty picture full of star turns, artificial energy and jokes that don't quite work, even if stars Willis and Perry do their best to slam them across.
The strain needed to extend The Whole Ten Yards a yard -- and to feature length -- is so painfully evident it breaks new pic's comedy spirit, making it a particularly dubious member of the Sequel Hall of Shame.
Nathan RabinThe A.V. Club
The least necessary sequel since "Agent Cody Banks" embarked on a London mission a few weeks ago.
Bereft of inspiration, the agonizingly witless screenplay - blamed by the credits on George Gallo - resorts to pathetic cheap jokes about flatulence and impotence, lame slapstick and that juvenile gag about the horror of two men waking up naked in the same bed.