It’s hard to evaluate a movie like Casa de Mi Padre. Anytime something is intentionally bad, it’s difficult to draw a line of expectation in one area or another. About the best you can do is ask whether the concept worked—if the reason this movie is so bad is good enough. On the whole, that’s probably true with Will Ferrell’s mock telenovela/drug-runner Western epic. The amount of cheese—or queso, as it were—rivals some of Ferrell’s better creations, even if the jokes aren’t as plentiful or as memorable. But the little details, from poor film continuity to mannequins and stuffed animals in the place of real things, are always humorous, and making a foreign-language comedy in the first place is subversive enough to give Ferrell a pass.