(New York Times) Just when you think the action-hero-filled “Expendables 2” has forgotten that this is at heart a comedy franchise, along comes a guy who has been out of the game for years to save the day.
That familiar, weathered face belongs to Chuck Norris, and whatever Sylvester Stallone, the architect of these films, paid him to return to the big screen, it wasn’t enough. Mr. Norris arrives just as the blood baths and leaden dialogue are beginning to grow tedious, and his deadpan self-parody is pretty darn funny. More important, it gives you permission to laugh at the rest of this mindless movie, which is the only way to choke it down.
