Yes, but will He forgive Mark Wahlberg for this?

Terrible sequels, just in time for the holidays: A Bad Moms Christmas and Daddy’s Home 2

Mark Wahlberg recently apologized to God for appearing in Boogie Nights.
  • Mark Wahlberg recently apologized to God for appearing in Boogie Nights.

Albert Brooks can’t get arrested in Hollywood, but sequels to star-studded, empty-headed comedies continue to flourish. Back-to-back screenings of A Bad Moms Christmas and the second movement in the Daddy’s Home saga made it a weekend of #2 at the multiplex.

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Mark Wahlberg recently apologized to God for appearing in Boogie Nights. Satan’s currently warming up a tier in hell for him and the funky bunch of willing participants in this crime against cinema. As in the first installment, there’s a superbly executed avalanche gag, this one involving a snow-blower consuming a strand of perimeter Christmas lights. At best, it has the same effect as a shot a Febreeze would on a garbage scow.

Brazilian bombshell Alessandra Ambrosio returns as Wahlberg’s trophy bride, and damn if the funniest thing in the picture isn’t watching the filmmakers work up a sweat while trying to avoid giving the Victoria’s Secret mannequin much in the way of dialogue. (She makes Melanoma Trump sound like Dame Judi Dench.) Wahlberg taps into his inner-Bowery Boy to play Leo Gorcey to Ferrell’s Huntz Hall, but who thought it was a good idea to typecast Tinsel Town’s favorite pardoned Jew-hater (Mel Gibson) in the role of a womanizing homophobe? As Wahlberg’s dad, Mel is supposed to play a former astronaut, while his peacoat and duffle bag (and vocabulary) bring to mind a longshoreman. The fact that an abusive schmuck like Gibson is still able to find work in A-list productions proves there’s hope out there for Harvey Weinstein.

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I don't think you should call Melania "Melanoma" and neither you nor I can imagine how terrible her life must be, to say nothing of her son, Baron. I also think Mel Gibson was blind drunk when he was so profane about Jews and that he seems to have straightened out since then. I also don't understand why you review schlock like this film when all it deserves is the famous black dot.

Considering the cancer her husband has unleashed on the country, the name fits. And please don't cop the "it was the liquor doing the talking" defense when it comes to Mel. I've yet to meet a reformed antisemite. Why schlock? Because if you only review good movies, how do you know what bad is? Call them occupational hazards, but I love bad movies, particularly unfunny comedies. (Sure wish Whoopi and Laverne would reunite for one more picture.) I had a lot more fun watching these overpaid stars crap themselves than I did watching any of the mall fodder or arthouse offerings that opened this week. If you want serious, there's always the cannibal movie at SDAFF. Bon Appétit!

Mr. Marks,

You are right. The eye, ear, and word cancer spewed from these idiots should be avoided.

Remake bad movies and make sequels to bad movies in order to "correct them" and show how it should be done. That would be 100% more interesting than the Hollywood dreck currently offered.

"Melanoma" Trump? No correction is needed.

brad

We love your sarcasm, pithy comments, and bad-mouthing Mel. In fact, I'm renaming you (as an honor) Groucho Marks! ;-)

I’ll give you a promotion – Professor Marks. I enjoyed your intros at the showings at the Museum of Photographic Arts, the film program which was last time I felt lucky to live in San Diego for other than the weather. Then, “Professor” again, when I took your UCSD extension course on La Nouvelle Vague filmmakers. I admired your patience, especially when you didn’t open your veins when a student opined that students singing “Aupres de ma blonde” was a sign that Antoine Doinel was a misogynist.

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