Doug Dillaman’s review published on Letterboxd :
If you ever had a hard time believing Bill Cosby was an asshole, this will 100% cure you of it. Generally like the dialogue-driven stuff more than the pratfall-driven stuff, with the Caine/Smith scenes being the particular highlight and the most emotionally lacerating; Matthau, who I've liked in other things, is just way too muggy here, but Elaine May is so awesome as to redeem this section a bit. The Alda/Fonda bits are sharp, and it's interesting seeing Alda playing slightly against type. And even if he's stuck with some stupid pratfalls, when has it ever been a bad thing to see Richard Pryor on screen?