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In the life cycle of every beefed-up action star, they must do a kid-friendly buddy comedy where they struggle to cope with rambunctious children (Kindergarten Cop; Arnie, The Tooth Fairy; The Rock, My Spy; Batista, the list goes on). Mr Nanny was Hulk Hogan’s attempt, and it’s fairly rubbish. Post- Home Alone antics (he’s electrocuted, dyed red and hit in the head multiple times) aside, there’s isn’t much entertainment to be had watching Hogan gurn unsuccessfully. He just isn’t very good, his undoubted wrestling charisma doesn’t translate to anything outside of the ring; he’s just creepy and awkward.
I guess on paper, Melissa McCarthy’s louche, loudmouth persona finding herself imbued with superpowers could be funny. It could probably work as a short or a series of SNL sketches. As a feature length movie, it’s a slog. Weird mixture of My Super Ex-Girlfriend, Hancock and Sky High, directed with no real style or visual panache by McCarthy’s husband Ben Falcone. Lacking in solid gags, lacking in chemistry between its leads (love McCarthy and Octavia Spencer usually, but I didn’t…
The first film ever made and exhibited to a paying audience, the historical importance of The Lumiere Brother's Employees Leaving the Lumiere Factory cannot be overstated. If we didn't have this film, then we wouldn't have Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen! Actually, fuck the Lumiere Brothers! No I don't mean that. Thank you boys.