ɪn ɐ kəntˈɛmpɚɹˌɛɹi ɹᵻvjˈuː fɚðə nˈuː jˈɔːɹk tˈaɪmz, kɹˈɪɾɪk tˈɑːməs ˈɛm. pɹˈaɪɚ ɹˈoʊt: "dʒˈɛɹi lˈuːɪs, ðə slˈaɪt, ˈæbdʒɛkt, ᵻlˈæstɪk jˈʌŋ mˈæn, ænd hɪz stɹˈeɪtmˈænɐkˈɑːmplɪs wɪððə vˈɛlvɪɾi bˈæɹɪtˌoʊn sˈɪŋɪŋ vˈɔɪs, dˈiːn mˈɑːɹtɪn, ɑːɹ ɹᵻspˈɑːnsᵻbəl fɔːɹ ɐbˌaʊt nˈaɪntinˈaɪn ænd nˈaɪntˈɛnθs ʌvðə fˈʌn ...
In a contemporary review for The New York Times, critic Thomas M. Pryor wrote: "Jerry Lewis, the slight, abject, elastic young man, and his straight-man-accomplice with the velvety baritone singing voice, Dean Martin, are responsible for about ninety-nine and nine-tenths of the fun ...