
Daddy’s Home movie review: floundering fathers
Clichés about good dads and bad boys go beyond the cheap and obvious and into the insulting. There’s nothing unexpected or even mildly amusing here.

Clichés about good dads and bad boys go beyond the cheap and obvious and into the insulting. There’s nothing unexpected or even mildly amusing here.

I didn’t realize the traffic jams were this bad in London, but kids are reenacting them with their toys. Poor traumatized mites.

A new generation of fans will now grow up comfortable with the notion that a young woman can be a badass pilot and a great engineer who longs for adventure.

Charts a path to a future that refuses to get mired in nostalgia. Yet all the Star Wars notes are here, remixed into a glorious new arrangement.

The stretch of street between Leicester Square and Piccadilly Circus.

The resonance of Charlie Brown’s put-uponness has descended into clichés about male characters who are prompted to personal journeys by beautiful women.

Of all the potential Charlie Brown movies Hollywood might have made, this might be the Charlie Brown-iest. That’s not necessarily a good thing.

There is fearlessness here, and uncomfortable raw honesty, but there’s also little opportunity to care about a man who pushes everyone, including us, away.

Good advice from my local Vue cineplex.

Two screwed-up female protagonists, a female villain, and humor with a female perspective. This is what we need to see more of at the movies.