Decider by Joel Keller

While Intelligence’s first episode could have been a skosh funnier, Mohammed, Schwimmer and the rest of the cast do such a strong job of embodying their characters that we’re eager to see where things go.

Wall Street Journal by Dorothy Rabinowitz

“Intelligence” goes rollicking along, with much to commend it, chiefly its wit and energy—and unexpected little touches, among them the divine Noël Coward singing “There are bad times just around the corner” at the end of each episode. It doesn’t hurt, either, that its brief chapters are a liberating 30 minutes, commercials included.

Collider by Gregory Lawrence

Intelligence is a sharp, crisp, and fun-as-hell sitcom, a show I have no doubt will keep tightening the screws as it goes on in its run. If you have the patience for its overly slow storytelling and its “ironically progressive regressive politics,” you will find a charming ensemble cast delivering excellent jokes with the utmost professional skill, and you’ll laugh, hard, often.

Los Angeles Times by Robert Lloyd

Dryly funny, rude in a polite way, restrained even when it gets grotesque or slapstick, the show is kept from brittleness by the fretful, the hangdog — the Ross — that Schwimmer’s character hides inside, and his growing dependence on Nick Mohammed’s sweet, slow, hero-worshiping computer analyst.

The A.V. Club by Will Harris

As TV comebacks go, Intelligence doesn’t have anywhere near the same impact for Schwimmer as American Crime Story did, if only because he’s not really breaking any new ground as an actor. That said, the old ground he’s treading is still pretty damned funny.

Chicago Sun-Times by Richard Roeper

Each 22-minute episode delivers a few chuckles — but is almost instantly forgettable.

i by Emily Baker

Every comedy needs some narrative, but the backdrop of Jerry’s failed marriage here felt a little tacked on.

Vanity Fair by Richard Lawson

Schwimmer and Mohammed, who plays a junior analyst often treated like an assistant, bounce off of one another well, finding a lively call-and-response rhythm as one man’s brand of idiocy tangles with the other’s. ... As for Intelligence itself: I’m not eager to watch more of it specifically, but I would be curious to see what else Mohammed—who is a funny and game performer, and gradually proves a limber writer—could do with a series that’s less freighted by unavoidable comparisons to a recent, iconic piece of work.

The Telegraph by Michael Hogan

It wasn’t quite as funny as it could have been but the slapstick, pratfalls and culture-clash comedy had a certain irresistible charm. Schwimmer’s comic timing remains pin-sharp and his chemistry with Mohammed was sweet, if not quite at Ross and Rachel levels.

The Independent by Ed Cumming

It’s not unlikeable. The script goes along at a clip, but while Schwimmer’s comic delivery lifts flatter material, the rate of gags is faster than the rate of laughs.