Scott Hardie: “It sucked.”
If the producer credit for Brian Robbins isn't sufficient warning, let me be clear: This movie is another dumbass two-hour sitcom episode trying too hard to convince you it's funny, the sort Hollywood lazily tosses out every spring starring formerly well-regarded stars now available at cut-rate salaries (Marisa Tomei, William H. Macy, Ray Liotta) and awkwardly cramming a life lesson into each character's lame-brained arc because their IQ has nowhere to go but up. To be more specific, Wild Hogs pretends its a biker comedy for suburban dads, but it's actually targeted squarely at women, because in his heart no man is interested in seeng a cutesy furtive romance stalled by a stammering loser's nerves, or jokes about how a husband and father is so emasculated that he "hilariously" chokes after gulping down too much mashed potatoes and gravy in a feeble attempt to prove his manhood, or (I swear I'm not making this up) a scene set in Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. Yeah, this movie was made for guys. Totally.