Thursday, December 24, 2015
Daddy's Home is serviceable holiday gluttony that will make you fatter from consuming it.
Review by Matt CummingsIf 2014 proved that comedies were back, 2015 has almost reeled that statement back in. The Night Before, Get Hard, and Entourage proved that male-lead laughfests were nothing of the sort, while female-driven ones (Spy, Sisters, and Trainwreck) were far superior. The final comedy of 2015 Daddy's Home sadly proves our point. Brad (Will Ferrell) is newly married to Sarah (Linda Cardellini) and is stepfather to two kids who don't like him very much. No matter what Brad does to lighten their day, the kids don't recognize him as their father. Brad's style doesn't help: on the edge of being labeled effeminate, he places inspirational notes in the kids' lunchboxes, and tears up when one of them reluctantly asks him to the daddy-daughter dance at school. Unfortunately, the arrival of the real dad Dusty (Mark Wahlberg) turns Brad's world upside down, as he's forced to compete with the ex-husband's command of...well..everything. He's ripped, can sing and dance, is great with tools, and sports a giant penis. Forced to be something he's not, Brad enters into a war for his children's affection that sees the boys trying to one-up each other, until Sarah threatens to send both to bed without dinner Facebook. On Twitter, follow us at @SandwichJohnFilms, and follow author Matt Cummings at @mfc90125.