Does not wisdom call,
does not understanding raise her voice?
On the heights beside the way,
in the paths she takes her stand;
beside the gates in front of the town,
at the entrance of the portals she cries aloud:
“To you, O men, I call, and my cry is to the sons
O simple ones, learn prudence; O foolish men,
Proverbs 8:1-5 (RSV)
When I was about nine or ten years old I remember joining in a “cussing fest” with several friends, each of us trying to outdo the other in repeating the expletives that we had heard parents and other adults use. The winner was the one who could use the most profane/blasphemous word in a single sentence. We thought we were big stuff. Had we been able to make a movie way back then, this sorry excuse for a summer comedy might have been the result. It seems to me that the filmmakers are not much more mature than the two fortyish dunderheads who become related when their parents fall in love and marry. Brennan Huff (Will Ferrell) sponges off his mom, as does Dale Doback (John C. Reilly), the two unemployed creeps sitting around munching snacks while watching TV all day. When Brennan’s mom, Nancy (Mary Steenburgen), and Dale’s dad, Robert (Richard Jenkins), marry, the two move in with their parents and are forced to share a room. Utterly spoiled and self-centered, they do not get along, at one point almost killing and burying each other alive. Real funny. The two are supposed to have grown some by the end of the film, but by then I could not care less. Be very wary of spending any money on such a film that wastes the talents of all concerned, not to speak of the viewer’s precious time.