A romantic comedy with disparate characters, in which we can see that times are changing and now the father of the bride passes from being dominating to be the one dominated. [Full review in Spanish]
The more Franco swears or flashes his tats, the less funny things become, although Keegan-Michael Key as Laird's wacky assistant does raise the odd chuckle with his Pink-Panther-style, martial-arts ambushes of his boss.
If, at the end of Cranston's run on "Breaking Bad," we all wondered whether he'd ever find a movie role as good as Walter White, this one is cause to shake our heads sadly.
For this puerile farce, director John Hamburg recycles a tired premise -- a straitlaced father disapproves of his daughter's freewheeling boyfriend -- and then drowns it in moose urine (really).
A comedy where Franco's unquestionable talent is buried under a rough and crude script, and Cranston looks uncomfortable at all times. [Full review in Spanish]
I recommend it with reservations, although I am also reserving the right to feel, someday, probably sooner rather than later, embarrassed for laughing at it as much as I did.
