Film: The Sitter? Staggeringly predictable
December 16th, 2011
Omaha, NE – While most new movies are targeting families this holiday season, there’s at least one comedy that claims to have adults in mind. The Reader’s Ryan Syrek and Matt Lockwood from the Movieha podcast have this review of The Sitter.
Ryan: If you haven’t seen him recently, it may surprise you to know that portly funnyman Jonah Hill has evaporated to about half the funnyman he used to be.
Matt: That means we can now define his career by period, kind of like Picasso. Only instead of color palate and style, we’ll be working with The Chunky Era and The Morbidly Obese Years.
Ryan: The Sitter may well be the last of Hill’s chubby funny pictures, which is unfortunate, because this forgettable misfire is not the kind of movie that anything should be remembered for.
Matt: Hill plays yet another slacker man-child destined to make us like him through one or two actions of reluctant and modest responsibility. When he agrees to help his mom out by babysitting some of her friends’ kids, the staggeringly predictable, supposedly unpredictable, events occur.
Ryan: Each of the three kids is given an annoying deviation from norm. The youngest girl is obsessed with celeb-utants like Paris Hilton. The eldest boy suffers from anxiety and massive panic attacks. The adopted child from El Salvador is fireworks obsessed and likes to blow things up for no reason. Unfortunately, while a quiet evening isn’t in the cards, neither is a funny one.
Matt: When Hill’s character decides to take the misfit trio to go buy his girlfriend cocaine, a point the film doesn’t spend too much time justifying, the group runs afoul of a desperate-for-love drug dealer, played by Sam Rockwell. Think Adventures in Babysitting only with less dated 80s elements and more crude-for-crude’s sake vulgarity.
Ryan: The Sitter didn’t need to be smart or original. It just needed to be funny. And it wasn’t. There may be a chuckle found here or there thanks to Hill’s wry wit, a trait I hope he’s still feeding, but for the most part, there aren’t any shockingly hilarious shenanigans here.
Matt: I found the whole thing to be somewhere between boring and modestly entertaining, which is not where comedy lives. What’s shocking is that director David Gordon Green, who exploded on the scene with the depressing Snow Angels, has apparently decided to submerge his career into dreck like this.
Ryan: Hopefully this marks the end of a period for Gordon Green’s career too: The Bad Period.
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