Has sufficient mayhem to please Diesel's action fans while allowing the star to reach out to family audiences.

Mr. Diesel could not have succeeded as a genre-switcher without the proven television talents of the film's able ensemble.

Here's a bizarre hodgepodge of influences: "Kindergarten Cop" meets "Sound of Music," filtered through the Hulk Hogan movie "Mr. Nanny." The formula, by now so overused it's actually formless, is pure Disney

All very nice, sometimes we smile, but there's nothing compelling.

Unlike Arnold Schwarzenegger, however, Vin Diesel shows no discernible comedic skills.

Don't expect perfection, and you'll emerge from this goofy movie all in one piece, with reasonably entertained kids and a milder headache.

It's the sort of stuff younger viewers will love.

Low on Diesel fuel, though probably amusing enough if you're part of the intended demographic, which appears to be the age group that likes to stick fingers up noses.

If auds swallow this odoriferous exercise in calculated career repositioning, they'll swallow anything.

Vin Diesel is out of his element in this lame family comedy.

Most of the occasional chuckles are provided by the spunky York, who really gives Diesel a run for his money.

Offensive because it offers little more than unleavened stupidity in the place of the family-friendly action and comedy it promises.

Cheerful but mind-numbing.

Director Adam Shankman pushes together scenes with little rhythm or flow. Writers Thomas Lennon and Robert Ben Garant ignore credibility, throw in pointless sight gags, treat humiliation as comedy and use tiresome ethnic stereotypes. In short, Diesel doesn't get the help he needs.