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Times of India
Stepdad, Brad (Will Ferrell) tries his best to get his stepchildren to love him and call him Dad. Just as they begin to warm up to him, their studly biological father Dusty (Mark Wahlberg) shows up. Brad's plans go for a toss and the two compete with each other to be in their children's good books. Who wins?
While it seems entertaining at the beginning, the film ends up being forgettable, uninspired, done-to-death, formulaic comedy that may not even amuse children under 10. Can a homely Brad outsmart hunky Dusty? The story is way too predictable, sweet and mindless for your liking.
The dadzillas put you to sleep with their cliched humour as they make desperate attempts to win over their children. Someone like Adam Sandler can still pull off these kind of comic capers but it's not Wahlberg's cup of tea. He is in great shape but that is where it ends.
Will Ferrell too fails to save this ship from sinking. His attempt at riding a bike is hilarious though. The end scene is endearing too. Wish there was more heart and less hiccups in this one.
If you prefer slapstick family humour, you may watch Daddy's Home. Otherwise, just stay at home and skip this one.
The film is written by popular Hollywood screenwriter, Brian Burns, who write the script based on his own real life experiences as a step father.
Brian always wanted to write a film for Will Ferrell, the lead actor, but he never imaged Will to play him onscreen.
Will was originally considered to play the real father and Ed Hems as the step-father.
Wahlberg had to shoot a sequence where he was doing multiple one-arm-pull-ups. The actor revealed that since there were several takes, he did around 700 pull-ups that day. And he did it without a sweat.
The scene where Ferrell accidentally hits a cheerleader in the basketball field was shot during half time of an actual game between Pelicans and the Lakers in New Orleans.
Kind-hearted radio executive Brad (Will Ferrell) tries hard to be a good stepfather to his wife Sara's (Linda Cardellini) two children, Megan and Dylan. The children begin to warm up to to Brad, with Dylan confiding in him that he is being bullied and Megan asking him to take her to a father/daughter dance at her school.
However, Brad's plans go for a toss when one night, the kids biological father Dusty (Mark Wahlberg) calls, and discovers that Sara has remarried. He announces that he will be visiting the next day. Sara is unsure about her ex-husband showing up, but Brad convinces her that things will be fine if everyone acts mature.
When Dusty arrives, Brad feels intimidated by his more attractive and muscular appearance, and his chemistry with the kids. However, Dusty continually charms Brad into allowing him to stay, even though Sara warns him about the kind of man Dusty is. Brad soon wises up when it becomes clear that Dusty intends to drive Brad out of his kids lives and reconcile with Sara.
Brad tries his best to woo the kids but fails and is asked to leave when he embarrasses himself and the family with his drunken rant at a basketball game.
However, Dusty too eventually realises that he can never as depedable and reliable as Brad for the kids and decides to step aside. Both dads land uo to dance with their daughter and realise they can co-exist.
Dusty eventually goes on to marry a woman, who too has separated from her ex-husband, making him realise the dilemmas of Brad. Brad gets back with Sara.
It all turns into a big one-up-athon — and literally a dick-swinging contest during a visit to a fertility doctor played by Bobby Cannavale — as Brad and Dusty compete over who can tell Megan and Dylan the better bedtime story, build the better tree house, give better advice on how to handle bullies, etc. It’s a ripe, if obvious, comic premise, but Anders and his team of screenwriters don’t seem to have spent much time thinking up clever or imaginative ways to have the men hash out their rivalry. Daddy’s Home is a one-trick pony, and that trick — an effortlessly cool Wahlberg emasculating a beleaguered Ferrell — just isn’t fresh or funny enough to sustain a 95-minute movie. The biggest laugh comes when Brad unintentionally hurls a basketball at a Laker Girl’s face; it’s never a good sign when a film’s high point is a bit of gratuitous violence against women.
Daddy’s Home, which pits Ferrell’s brainy stepfather against Wahlberg’s brawny biological father in a battle for the love of the kids, plays like a comedy underwater: Its rhythms are sluggish, its jokes predictable and the gags are set up with such thudding deliberateness that even the sight of Ferrell losing control of a motorcycle, careening through the air and crashing straight through his house barely raises an eyebrow. To borrow a term from today’s youth — who, given the movie’s PG-13 rating and risk-averse humor, may be its target audience — Daddy’s Home is basic.