Tommy Lee Jones does a good job of looking like an exasperated hard-ass, though you can't help but wonder if he's really acting or just cannot believe his agent actually sent him the script.
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The laughs were obvious, the characters broad, the plot unbelievable, but there were still the chuckles that come from a fish out of water comedy where you crack a smile in spite of yourself.
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That being said, the movie wasn't all bad. Sadly, this is no "Bring It On." And, for all -the rah-rah girl power the movie feigns to promote, the girls are portrayed as bubble headed, appearance crazed, weight obsessed exhibitionists.
Besides one ridiculous dance-off between the girls and Cedric the Entertainer (whose presence in the movie seems to be there purely because it is hilarious to see a large man dance in too small cheerleading uniform), which looks more like drill team practice to me, there is nary a tumbling pass or pyramid to be seen. For those of you cheers fans, you will be woefully disappointed by the lack of actual cheerleading that is shown. Hey, we need a laugh, so lets make Tommy Lee Jones buy tampons and watch the hilarity ensue! (Cause nothing says funny like men's reaction to icky feminine products!) The movie also misses the opportunity to properly utilize the talents of Pagent Brewster (so adorable as Chandler's love interest on "Friends"), who has only a few lines as the uber-perky cheerleading coach, Binky, and Ann Archer, who brings a quiet dignity to her underdeveloped role as a professor/object of TLJ's affection. While they were enjoying themselves, suddenly the wicked men of the city surrounded the house. I felt like I was watching a movie script that was written by MadLibs. Of course, each of the cheerleaders represents a typical stereotype: the dumb blonde, the too tightly wound pre-med major, the sassy black girl, the fiery Latina, and the "bad" girl. and thereby causes not just her own fall but the fall of man.
and preview audiences, so the movie feels vaguely familiar. This article juxtaposes Coventry Patmores poem The Angel in the House and William. It seems the movie was cobbled together by a bunch of movie execs. We aren't exactly talking rocket science here in fact, in some ways "Man of the House" represents what is wrong with the American movie industry.