Articles Posted in the " Meet the Parents " Category

  • Top 10 Cash Cows Of Cinema

    Did you hear that The Inbetweeners is getting a sequel, despite the boys saying that making a second movie would kill the franchise? We wonder what changed their minds? Could it be that they found a unique and different story to tell us about Jay, Will, Simon and Neil? No. It’s because they know it’ll make them a LOT of money and they want to milk this cash cow for all it’s worth. To celebrate this money-grabbing attitude, here are our top ten cash cows of cinema…



  • Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son

    Big Momma is back for a third joyless excursion into ‘let’s-all-laugh-at-the-silly-black-woman-because-it-doesn’t-count-as-racism’ territory, which now features a second ridiculous fat-suited goon – now with extra rapping!. I hope Martin Lawrence spends his evenings thinking about how he’d be more use to humanity as fertiliser, sobbing onto his immorally inflated bank statements.


  • Little Fockers

    Like watching a rhino bathe in pure, unadulterated Jack Daniels, it’s heartbreaking to see such delicious potential go to waste. Little Fockers attempts to shake the final dregs of comedy from its dried-up franchise, but its brief moments of light only serve to make us long for the days when its actors had material worth their while.




  • Cyrus

    John C Reilly and Jonah Hill plod happily through comedy/drama Cyrus; it’s just such a shame that their material never quite matches their obvious talent. Though a few moments of great dark humour lift the storyline, dreadful camera work and a lack-lustre ending drag Cyrus’s high flying stars down almost to amateur level.


  • Dinner For Schmucks

    Steve Carell and Paul Rudd don’t so much star as blackhole in Dinner For Schmucks; a deeply unfunny comedy so stupid it makes Kenan And Kel look like The Importance Of Being Earnest. An army of talented cameos only highlight the ludicrous, all-encompassing foulness of this creation, and the only reason it scrapes a half-star is that Flight Of The Conchord’s Jermaine Clement manages to steer clear of the worst bits as a vaguely amusing goat/artist.