There I was, having a really bad day. Made some dinner and sat down to watch something "funny". Picked this POS dreary comedy, even though I can't stand either Will Ferrell or Marky Mark Three Nipples Wahlberg. "How bad can this be?" I said to myself. Less than 30 minutes later I beat myself with a wooden spoon I used to stir pasta sauce. This is a pointless TV sitcom-level "comedy" that features all the wooden forced laughs you won't laugh at. It features heart-warming goop that you will gag on, like half-frozen Eggos with cheap syrup and margarine instead of butter. It features the overpaid and shrill Will Ferrell as a supernice guy who's so sensitive he gives butterfly kisses to his adopted kids. They hate him, and so will you. Ferrell tries so hard to be a real dad to his children by marriage (don't ask why he can't have any kids of his own, the reason is stupid beyond belief) while his wife stands around and mildly chastises the kiddies for drawing pictures of neo-Daddy with poop for hair.
Enter studly no-good "real daddy" Marky Mark Three Nipples Walhberg, who wants to reclaim his kiddies by virtue of being a muscleboy who rides a motorcycle and gives out 20 dollar bills at bedtime. Let's not forget he abandoned his kids and wife for selfish reasons. He immediately overstays his welcome, makes sure we see him shirtless, and displays the acting chops that made him famous, like sliced white bread is famous. Obvious rivalry ensues, and you turn off the device you're watching this crap on and are happy it was free. Yes, I'm guilty of poor judgement, but I lived to tell you not to pay attention to this stupidity. You've seen it before. Many times. Ferrell and Marky Mark are past their prime, and this rank exercise in comedy proves it. Ugh.
Enter studly no-good "real daddy" Marky Mark Three Nipples Walhberg, who wants to reclaim his kiddies by virtue of being a muscleboy who rides a motorcycle and gives out 20 dollar bills at bedtime. Let's not forget he abandoned his kids and wife for selfish reasons. He immediately overstays his welcome, makes sure we see him shirtless, and displays the acting chops that made him famous, like sliced white bread is famous. Obvious rivalry ensues, and you turn off the device you're watching this crap on and are happy it was free. Yes, I'm guilty of poor judgement, but I lived to tell you not to pay attention to this stupidity. You've seen it before. Many times. Ferrell and Marky Mark are past their prime, and this rank exercise in comedy proves it. Ugh.