A distressingly flat sequel in which almost nothing happens, with the exception of Steve Martin going gooey in turn over daughter, wife, home and babies - as both daughter and wife prove to be expecting at the same time.

Warmth and generosity don't sit well with a Martin character, but here the old wild and crazy lion is painfully tamed, managing only a few snarls of defiance before succumbing entirely to an unbearably sticky and sentimental script.

As to his problems, well, they don't amount to a hill of beans, since a man who can afford to buy back his own palatial home at an excess of $100,000, build a baby extension out of Ideal Home and hold a huge double baby shower obviously has enough money to make us all want to go out and rob a bank.

The film still has Diane Keaton's charm going for it; playing his wife, she alone emerges from this lumpen glucose mess with any credit.