À Noite, no Museu 2

Battle of the Smithsonian is far from art, but there's plenty of art in it, and for parents seeking a reasonable afternoon's entertainment for the kids, that's recommendation enough.

Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian, is breezier than the first Museum, at least to me, which means in three years I'll be revising my opinion downward.

Adults who see this movie unaccompanied by a child should sign up pronto for therapy with Gabriel Byrne on In Treatment.

Pleasant, innocuous and intermittently thrilling family entertainment.

Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian seems to go on for several days and nights, though in fact it lasts just 105 minutes. I checked my watch. A lot.

The film offers enough ingenious touches and playful humor that the less-inspired elements hit with a screech.

A super-size rehash of the original.

Adults have the choice of either admiring the scenery or taking a nap. There's not much else worth doing. Certainly, paying attention to the story is an exercise in futility, but you're welcome to try...

The Lincoln Memorial statue is something of a travesty.

The result is pretty much a free-form traffic jam in which everyone fights everyone else.

It's a collection of some of the most interesting figures throughout history and some of the most talented performers we have working today.

This is a family comedy that will entertain the kids and amuse the grown-ups. It's also a rare Hollywood sequel that's better than the original.

Marvel at the movie's cheerful idiocy, which seems definitive -- even though the summer season has just begun -- and at the efficiency with which the filmmakers have dumbed down a dumb premise of proven success.

In bringing history, literally, to life, and having as much fun with it as it is computer-graphically possible to have, director Shawn Levy and Reno 911 writers Robert Ben Garant and Thomas Lennon at least make [Museum] worth noticing.

The sweet spot between action and inspired silliness.

Battle of the Smithsonian is packed with odd characters, eccentric arguments and ornate special effects, and while it's never transcendently funny enough to be seriously impressive, it is chock full of family-friendly giggles.

It falls flat trying to muster up any mirth or suspense as it barrels from one set piece to the next.

I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing, absolutely nothing at all, that Amy Adams cannot do as an actress.

Imagine a hyper child running through the entire Smithsonian as fast as possible, screaming and waving his arms the entire way. He would probably be entertained, but would anyone around him?

Whatever its flaws may be, it at least refuses to be a stiff, lifeless relic.