Rare is the good sequel; rarer yet is the good comedy sequel (the first person to say "Austin Powers" gets slapped). But Analyze That -- will the inevitable part three be called Analyze the Other? -- easily tops its predecessor. It's still formulaic, which is no surprise. But no longer is the film forced to spend endless minutes spelling out a character relationship that we already know simply by looking at the poster, or even by coming into a theater with any previous knowledge of the sorts of characters De Niro and Billy Crystal usually play. Comedy may be hard, and certain individual gags were clearly difficult to film, but it's made a little easier when the characters the stars have to play might as well be named "Robert De Niro" and "Billy Crystal."
If there are any fans of the first film who are as rabidly obsessed with continuity as the average Star Wars geek, be advised that much of it is ignored. If we are to assume that real time has elapsed between the films (and the aging of teenager Kyle Sabihy, as Crystal's son, would indicate that it has), then De Niro's Paul Vitti has been in jail three years instead of the 18 months to which he was sentenced. Billy Crystal's Ben Sobel, meanwhile, inhabits a completely different house, minus the elaborate fountain given to him by Vitti. Fortunately, the filmmakers realized that the supporting cast played a large part in the first film's appeal, so Lisa Kudrow's back with a few more good lines, as is Joe Viterelli as the hilariously deadpan henchman Jelly.
After an apparent psychotic breakdown, which induces the singing of many West Side Story tunes, Vitti is released into Dr. Sobel's custody in the hope of bringing him back to relative sanity in time for a parole hearing. Needless to say -- because every TV and theatrical trailer already has -- Vitti's faking and simply wants out of jail to find out who's trying to kill him. While doing so, however, he has to live at Sobel's house and get a legitimate job, all while trying not to freak out the good doctor's more uptight family (those anxiously awaiting Jay Roach's Meet the Fockers get a bit of a preview here).
In an apparent attempt to create yet another catchphrase beginning with "you," De Niro endlessly milks his trademark line from the first film, "You! You're good, you." Expect it on T-shirts any day now. But, as if it need be said, he's no Mike Myers and doesn't simply coast on repetition. In the film's standout scene, De Niro as Vitti pretends to be catatonic as Crystal, normally restrained in these films, unleashes his full barrage of comic improvisation to try exposing the fraudulence of Vitti's emotional paralysis. Bravely stone-faced throughout, De Niro emerges with comedic credentials fully intact -- outtakes over the end credits demonstrate just how hard it was for him to stay somber.
Everyone seems more relaxed this time around, including director Harold Ramis, who was presumably less intimidated now that he knows De Niro can be really funny and draw a large audience to a comedy. That this sequel has less of a story than the first is actually a good thing -- the forced structure which was almost groan-inducing the first time around gives way to a more playful, anything-can-happen vibe. Sure, it'd still be fun if De Niro would do a good serious flick every once in a while. But in the meantime, this -- or, rather, That, isn't bad.