Being that there seems to be a universal,
prepackaged hatred of Ben Affleck going
into this one, it’s fair to say it never really
stood a chance at success. It doesn’t
help that the movie is actually quite bad.
Affleck plays an eccentric millionaire who,
due to loneliness, hires a family to
pretend he’s part of their clan during the
holidays. The premise is an
uncomfortable one at best, and an
uninspired performance by James
Gandolfini as the family patriarch and
Affleck’s over-the-top mugging don’t help
matters much. Christina Applegate is just
OK as the love interest, while Catherine
O’Hara delivers perhaps the film’s best
performance as the under-appreciated
mom. The jokes are stale (snowball
fights, computer porn) and the film’s too
ridiculous to warrant an emotional
investment in the character plights. Affleck
can be funny, but he’s not funny this time,
and Gandolfini comes off as a guy who
hated making the movie. By my count,
Affleck’s made six clunkers in a row, and
I’m one of the few that dug him in The
Sum of All Fears. If you disliked that
one, make that seven clunkers in a row.