As was also true of its predecessor, this would have been a much better movie without all the pop psychological redemption crap. Last time Atilla the Hun really just needed a hug; this time George Armstrong Custer needs to be convinced he’s not a complete dipshit—and these are just two examples of the eyeball-rolling awfulness. It’s fine that everyone wanted to make this a feel-good film, but in general, being genuinely entertained makes this viewer feel better than does bludgeoning her on the head every five minutes with a club and yelling “feel good, dammit” at her.

What saves the film from being complete crap are two people: Hank Azaria and Steve Coogan, both of whom are obviously absolutely conscious that they’re being asked to play ridiculous roles and have just chucked it all and gone for it. Miniature Roman general versus a squirrel? Sure. Wannabe Pharoah who can’t take criticism on his attire (“It’s not a dress, it’s a tunic” he keeps complaining to Ivan the Terrible – without ever commenting on how Ivan himself, in the traditional Boyar kaftan, is pretty much also wearing a dress)? Why not.

It is also, and I say this without shame, tremendously satisfying to see Ben Stiller get repeatedly and resoundingly slapped.

So much fun. Bigger and more elaberate than the first, but with plenty of laughs and heart.

My review at Epinions.