The reviews split almost evenly, with as many negative as mixed and only a handful warmly in favour. Where there is praise, it goes to Jim Carrey’s physical clowning and to Morgan Freeman’s calm, unhurried God, and most critics agree the premise is a good one. The early stretch, in which Bruce tries out his new powers on parking spaces and passers-by, is generally held to be where the laughs are.
The complaint is what happens after that. Most critics find the film loses its nerve, turning preachy and sentimental in the final act rather than taking its idea anywhere dark or uncomfortable. Sight and Sound calls the handling timid, and The AV Club goes furthest, finding the third act toxic. Even The New York Times, broadly approving, notes the preachiness. The spread is wide, from cheerful approval to outright loathing, and the dissent runs in odd directions: Variety thinks Carrey lacks his usual fire, while The Times finds Jennifer Aniston the only saving grace.
