Well, I just paid $10 to see it. Do I necessarily want to talk about Daddy’s Home 2 for more than 5 seconds? No. This movie is so creatively bankrupt I want to burn this film out of my brain hole. Without further ado, this is my review of Daddy’s Home 2.
Father and stepfather Dusty (Mark Wahlberg) and Brad (Will Ferrell) join forces to make Christmastime perfect for the children. Their newfound partnership soon gets put to the test when Dusty’s old-school, macho dad (Mel Gibson) and Brad’s gentle father (John Lithgow) arrive to turn the holiday upside down.
I enjoyed Daddy’s Home when I watched it Amazon Prime Video just this August. The film was genuinely funny and well directed, thanks to Sean Anders (director), Brian Burns (writer), Adam McKay (writer), and Chris Henchy (writer). The original even made me enjoy Thomas Haden Church, with his one-liners meant to demean Brad’s (Will Ferrell) as a stepdad in comparison to Dusty’s (Mark Wahlberg) status as the true dad. So, let me cut to the chase here. All of that is lost in this film.
The loss of Adam McKay (producer of Daddy’s Home 2) as a writer is apparent here. Bringing on John Morris to tackle scriptwriting duties just doesn’t work for the kind of film this needs to be. The comedy is sorely lacking and seems like its just waiting for you to laugh, because that joke is so funny. Even when something serious and life-altering happens, the movie plays it off for laughs. That’s not even the worst of it. John Morris doesn’t know to resolve plotlines. One minute, Dusty doesn’t like his dad. The next, we don’t see either of them again until it’s time to bring that plotline back up.
Oh, and let’s talk about the new additions here. They make no impact on the story. Literally, none. The new characters as used as more of a source of conflict than any meaningful type of actual character. Mel Gibson, John Lithgow, Alessandra Ambrosio and John Cena kind of fail to show up in any meaningful way. Actually, no, scratch that. John Cena is the best part of this movie, and he’s maybe in this for all of five minutes. Yeah, that’s how much I actively dislike this film.
There’s no point in delaying this for any longer. This movie is the epitome of Christmas crap. Go see any other movie. Murder on the Orient Express is out, that’s supposed to be good. Just don’t see this one. Shame on you, the entire cast of Daddy’s Home 2. Shame. On. You.