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For Ned Fleming (Bryan Cranston) it's bad enough that his beloved daughter Stephanie (Zoey Deutch) is now an adult woman who lives in a steady relationship with a man. But when he meets the rich Laird (James Franco), his worst nightmares come true. Because the young millionaire is eccentric, crazy and very, very pushy. The fact that he tattooed the Christmas family portrait of the Flemings on his back to be part of the family is only the tip of the iceberg. Yet Ned makes a good face for a bad game. After all, he doesn't want Stephanie to spoil this very special get-to-know-you weekend at Laird's estate. But when the childish eccentric asks him for his daughter's hand, Ned's fuses blow. Because he doesn't want this young man of all people to be his son-in-law…
"Why Him?" is another one of those comedies in which the script's weaknesses are to be concealed by incorporating as many penis jokes as possible and presenting some oh-so-shocking gags - which really aren't shocking anymore after the umpteenth warm-up. The story that director John Hamburg ("…Und dann kam Polly") came up with with Jonah Hill and Ian Helfer has some funny moments, which Bryan Cranston also puts into action wonderfully. And it's also amusing how self-deprecating it is that a plot element was stolen directly from Inspector Clouseau's films with Peter Sellers. It's those moments that prevent the comedy from falling to "Dirty Grandpa" level.
It's still a pity that the good actors and the very funny story are so watered down by worn out poems and lame pubertal humor. There are always moments when you can actually laugh heartily. But every good laugh is followed by flat gags and moments of foreign shame, in which the viewer can only roll his eyes annoyed. Even the target audience, which is actually served properly here, should slowly but surely be over-saturated with such gags about body fluid and male genitals.
When in the end the family moral club is swung again and the kitsch cannon is fired, then this is not only enormously predictable, but simply boring. Nevertheless: only Bryan Cranston as the father on the verge of a nervous breakdown makes some quite lame scenes bearable and thus just raises the entertainment value above the belt. Not a real comedy highlight, but at least better than many other Zoten disasters that have been seen in our cinemas in recent months. And that's why for those viewers who like it a bit coarser and love family comedy in the style of "My bride, her father and I", there's another good one: Worth seeing!
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