There’s a reason why we term it ‘Netflix and chill’ rather than ‘Netflix and enjoy intense cinematic experiences’; the streamer’s place in the grand scheme of things is not to compete with cinema, but to provide comfort food while we are grazing, slouched on our couches, inattentively playing with our phones. So it shouldn’t be so hard to make the kind of low-brow, low-involvement fare required; a few recognisable names, a zeitgeist-y theme, a few satirical jabs, a pop-star cameo (Seal!) and lump of sentiment; these kind of films have always existed, and now they have a permanent home where such inanity is the dish of the day.
Unfortunately, John Hamburg’s new comedy for Netflix makes the heaviest weather imaginable of making lowest common denominator entertainment. Although Mark Wahlberg is largely featured in the ads, he’s got less than half the screen time of the featured player here, Kevin Hart, who brings his usual manic energy to the role of Sonny Fisher, an ordinary dad who does most of the parenting while his wife Maya (Regina Hall) is pursuing her career as an architect. Maya takes the kids off for a week, and Sonny immediately seizes the opportunity for such desirable hi-jinks as watching pornography and visiting a local strip club in order to reinforce his degrading view of the opposite sex, what a lovable shlub! And it all backfires, because one of the strippers turns out to be his kids’ babysitter! Why can’t women just stay in their lane and not confuse us blokes, right? Don’t laugh, guys, we’ve all been in such amusingly recognisable situations, haven’t we?
Nope. Things at least ascend to some kind of character comedy when Sonny’s pal Huck Dembo (Wahlberg) invites the hapless Sonny to his desert-based Burning Man rock-out-with-your c*ck-out party where Sonny’s conservative values are indeed rocked by the compulsory nudity and then being attacked by a lion. Inspired to be more of a ‘man’ by his close shave with death, Sonny and Huck decide to wreck the home of a work associate that they suspect Maya may be having an affair with, smashing up his luxury house, killing his pet and taking a dump on his bed. Those loveable scamps, what will they think of next? And finally we have the obligatory children’s talent show finale to remind us that Sonny is a good family man who just got his wires crossed a little.
Actually, the pet doesn’t die, although driving over a poor turtle in an SUV is just one of the objectionable scenes here. Otherwise, Me Time is jammed full of details that don’t compute in 2022. Given Sonny’s intense interest in strippers and porn, it would seem understandable for his wife to seek her own solace elsewhere, but Hamburg doesn’t even go there. Instead, we have Sonny upsetting Maya by using $47k of family savings to pay off Huck’s debt to a violent loan shark, which begs the question; what kind of ordinary family have that kind of money kicking around their bank account? And for Sonny’s son to be obsessive about watching Netflix stand-up specials with Tiffany Haddish seems like some kind of in-house self-promotion that curdles any enthusiasm. Me Time is dreck, a misogynist, crude, unfunny movie that even Wahlberg sending himself up can’t save. If this is the best of streaming, maybe cinema has a chance after all…
Don’t disappoint me Marky Mark, not after I was one of the few people to priase you for Father Stu.
I was ahead of you in that queue. But he’s blown that goodwill here, agonizing stuff.
I would try to write a poem about this movie, but I don’t do that any more. I’ll cogitate about a haiku though.
I cannot wait to read it.
When makes an actually funny movie, THEN you can count on a haiku from me…
Hope it is better written than this comment.
What, you can’t read my mind and know what I “mean”?
heheheheehe.
I’m reading it right now.
So, was I thinking of Space Bank Vaults or Yugioh or Doom?
Psychic Grandma.
Dang! You are good!
Don’t laugh, guys, we’ve all been in such amusingly recognisable situations, haven’t we?
Nope.
is the Correct, Boba Fett, answer. FAct!
any man who watches porn and goes to a strip joint when his wife goes away deserves to have his man card taken away and replaced with a stooopidboy card. and divorced. He doesn’t deserve a family.
Unfortunately, for you, cinema is not going to climb very far on the shoulders of drek like this. What’ll happen is that cinema will jump right down next to it and then wonder why they’re even muddier than before…
Is the correct answer. Surely any decent story, even in a comedy, would offer a corrective rather than reward such behaviour?
One would have hoped so :-/
I can’t believe people still want this sort of shite. Well I can obviously because lots of people are shite, but really? Wahlberg is better than this, or used to be. Hart not so much. Nope.
Agreed on all points. I’ve made no secret of my admiration for Marky Mark, but even he can’t save this. Good use of the Scottish vernacular from you though….
Always thought it was Irish.
A good word has many origins.
It’s used a lot here in Geordieland, haway an’ shite yeself is a fave.
I can only imagine.
I’ll spare you the reality.
That’s all I can ask.
So did I!
re ‘shite’
A casual research suggests British, Scots and Irish origins.
Good to have something in common between the nations.
Think ‘Gobshite’ – as in ‘you stupid gobshite!’ – is uniquely Irish, though???
I think this might be right, we don’t say it in Scootland.
Well I did a google, and according to the lexicographer Susie Dent, ‘”The first example is in the US Navy, for an enlisted sailor – that’s the 1910s. 30 years later it appears in Irish-English, to mean a foolish, incompetent or gullible person… someone who talks nonsense and speaks incessantly.’
If Susie Dent from Countdown says it, I’ll stand corrected. Very august source indeed.
She is the word queen!
I’m torn. I don’t like the implied threat to the turtle, but on the other hand the trailer has Hart puking his guts out, pissing in a swimming pool, and taking a dump in a “lugaloo.” That’s funny stuff.
You may well be the target audience for this film then. By the way, it’s not a moon, it’s a megastructure.
Alas, I doubt Netflix will be feeling any rush to get this out on DVD.
I said the moon was a machine, which is the same thing. And moon and megastructure aren’t mutually exclusive categories. We have man-made islands that are still islands . . .
Sigh. Am I doomed to spend eternity making corrections to your dashed-off prose? It’s a megastructure for sure. Moonfall is a Canadian film, right?
Chinese wasn’t it? With some Euros thrown in. Don’t think you can pin that one on us.
I hold you personally responsible for the content of that film. It had your authorial stamp.