Vomit wrapped in a turd

Big Hollywood continues to impress. I can't imagine how difficult it must be to fend off originality day after day after day. Seriously, it's got to be harder to eschew creative thought than to foster it.

Latest exhibit: "Are We Done Yet?"

See, Ice Cube was going to star in the re-make of the 1948 classic "Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House," which is fondly recalled by your great aunt Millie and pretty much no one else (Blandings, was obviously a re-make of the 1986 comedy "The Money Pit", exhibiting Hollywood's creative use of a time travel machine stolen from the Nazis in World War II, which is not so fondly recalled by great aunt Millie.)

But intellectual assault vehicle "Are We There Yet?" has raked in close to $100 million
worldwide, and big Hollywood is anxious to keep the crap train rolling on that one.

Shuffle the plot slightly, shift a few characters' names and ... voila! An unnecessary re-make becomes an unnecessary sequel in one foul swoop. Genius!

Hopefully we'll see more of this to enrich our lives:

" Mean-spirited "family" comedy with inane script and lack of decent performances.**"
-- Angela Baldassarre,
SYMPATICO.CA

"Doesn't even have the wit to be energetic, funny or humane en route to being inane, irritating, and corrosive."
-- Walter Chaw,
FILM FREAK CENTRAL

"Lacks the courage of its grape-juice-, mud-, and vomit-spattered convictions."
-- Mark Holcomb,
VILLAGE VOICE