From
the opening scene of Billy Crystal doing his baseball radio schtick to
the next scene where Bette Midler and friends are pole dancing,
completely dressed, with a promise of cheesecake after, to the following
scene where their daughter, Marisa Tomei, calls them reluctantly and
asks them to come to their ‘smart house’ to sit with their 3
grandchildren you know exactly what is going to happen step by step. You
get pulled into the movie, especially during the schmaltzy directing by
Andy Fickman and the screenplay by Lisa Addario and Joe Syracuse, that
you stay until the end of the credits not because you are interested in
them but because you want your eyes to dry before you step out into the
light.
Billy
Crystal, as one of the producers fits his part like a glove, dominating
the film while Midler and Tomei bring more to their roles than
required. Tom Everett Scott plays Tomei’s husband and does what he can
with a nothing, second fiddle role while the children are undermined by
the annoying roles they are asked to play.
There
has been talk about why this film is doing almost twice the business
that the Streisand-Rogen film “The Guilt Trip” is doing and it seems
because this film is more of an all family affair though both revolve on
the connection of parents with their children.
Along
with Crystal’s bouts with the home’s technology you have the many
sentimental scenes between grandparents and grandchildren from imaginary
playmates to how to handle bullies not to forget the scenes between the
the mothers and daughters plus the mother and her father.
All aspects of the production values are first class though the score by Marc Shaiman is disappointing.
You
will hate yourself for enjoying this hour and 45 minutes movie but you
will, even though you might be ashamed to recommend this to anyone.