Ironically, this film was like the menu that the critic slammed.

So to make a commentary about how critics are assholes and how the
powers-that-be stymie creativity in film, Favreau decides to make
a film with the awesomely original outline of:

a) Guy who does __ well, is now doing it for the wrong reasons

b) Guy has family issues, is divorced and a bad dad, down and out

c) Guy has a meltdown, goes somewhere, rediscovers love of ____

d) ___ brings guy and his family together

e) Guy is successful now because he re-evaluated his priorities, now
does ___ better and has his family


I mean, seriously, Frank. This was one of the least courageous movies
I've seen in years.

It had good jokes and tugged at the soul with its 'The Might Ducks'-ish
appeals to the pathos

But its a sad state of affairs when people think this trite shit is good

Ironically, its shit LIKE THIS THAT ARE THE REASONS why good writers
can't get any fucking jobs.