
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.

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.

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.

The just-right mix of wistfulness, snark, and painful personal growth makes this nonstop hilarious, with humor that gets women in a way movies rarely do.

There may not be much surprising here, but this is a smartly sensitive depiction of abuse and redemption that never descends into caricature.

Women’s friendships in dangerous situations are not something we see a lot of onscreen. But this ends up not really being about the women at all.

A grueling marathon of cinematic masturbation; a mind-numbingly empty exercise in self-conscious style with absolutely nothing to say.

It’s bogged down by too many derailing tangents, but the three appealing leads have a wonderful chemistry, and it gets close to the spirit of the season.

Solid, old-school man-versus-nature adventure melodrama, with a simmering green awareness; rollicking, smart, breathtaking, and sobering.