Hello 2004! The first film I managed to
see released in the new year damn near
killed me. Anthony Anderson, Eddie Griffin
and Michael Imperioli star as three new
dads dealing with pee, poo, breast milk,
vomit, bad racial humor, bad humor in
general, bad hair and a director who
should do us all a favor by taking up water
polo and blowing off the film business.
Laugh you most likely will not. But you will
grind your teeth, shift in your seat until you
wear your jeans down to your drawers
and repeatedly return to your popcorn bag
to see if there are any kernels left behind.
I guess this is some sort of Three Men
and a Baby update, with the difference
being that there are now three babies,
and Steve Guttenberg is nowhere in sight.
Actually, considering how terrible this is,
Guttenberg wouldve been a welcomed