Fleeting away from a remarkable film about the Yanks ('Moneyball' comes to mind early) as Peter Brand, Jonah Hill ('Superbad') lands to a movie about babysitting. There'd be humongous numbers of babysitter films and in this latter by director David Gordon Green is no different--it is recycled, unevenly funny, sentimentally perplexing but delightfully energetic. So many films that leaves you confused on whether or not you liked it, or whether or not you loved it really much. And so many films there are that channels an energy of a Tasmanian Devil, it whirls right there and make you go crazy. I guess somehow, 'The Sitter' is both the prior and the latter.
It was undeniably fun but critically disappointing that shamefully erodes a weirdly funny and an almost well-built mix of slapstick and wordplay.
Noah (Jonah Hill) is a middle-aged man with nothing of knowledge on besides being a couch potato and a resident sexual service provider volunteer to a horny young blonde whom he assumes as his girlfriend--automatically, the blonde thinks nothing the way Noah does. One morning, her mother asks him to go earn some money, one thing that I am delighted to describe as "one of the clumsiest part of the film, story-wise"; I mean, he's gotten into "deep shit" as he describes it eventually in the film and the only reason is he's such an indolent ass. Moving on, he goes to the Lewis' house to babysit three lovely children.
The ensemble of lovely diabolic kids consist mainly of a sprouting gay school heartthrob, a petite diva wannabe and an adopted son who likes to explode toilet bowls and mainly, blow everything that is breakable. Alongside Noah, the three pares on wheels to an uncertain destination where supposedly, Noah's "girlfriend" is at. Along the journey, in every stop over, be it planned or not, sure thing there is trouble. Now, Noah's irresponsibility is put to the test in which getting the three kiddos back home safe and sound is the only way not to fail--and oh, did I mention that gay, I assume-thugs are on the loose to wipe Noah's ass?
With a recycled plot and conventional elements, I have never been heads up to this comedy. However sometimes, in the most play-safe and been-there-done-that fashion, you'd find something special, yes, it might be like the chances of a needle in a haystack, but in 'The Sitter', there is something weirdly funny and satisfying about. Is it the eye-unsettling shine of a Jonah Hill as a comedic actor? IDTS. In this movie, his performance was downright predictable. In every punch line you'd get a major hint moments before, and then bam, less-effective are the punchlines.
One thing to evidence to conventionality of this movie is that in each manic and excessively energized sequences of hilarity, there sure'd be a moment, sometimes achingly shoehorned, of sentiments and sometimes its schmaltzy. I think what happens here is that like most other films, it tries to establish something that is reminiscent to a Spelbergian vibe--a movie that focuses deeply on a subject and/or gimmick and still finding ways to enter "heart" to it. Unfortunately, 'The Sitter' isn't a Spelbergian film. That's that. Prior to my latter question, I think the real stars here are the children actors. Their innate charm and genuine humor saves this movie from falling into some real deep shit.
Probably when Rodrigo blows one toilet bowl, someone must've left their crap there and then when it explodes, it just stinks up to the exosphere. That is 'The Sitter', a movie that is for, well, everybody who has loads of times to waste.
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