This is the perfect storm of bad movie. Family film starring late-period Robert De Niro? Check. Uma Thurman overacting to the point you forget she’s actually talented? Check. Made by a filmmaker who proved this same year to be above this shit? Check. Written by the duo who gave us one of the worst scripts of all time? Check. Filmed years ago but only got pulled off the shelf during a dead cinematic season? Check. Reason for said shelving involving Weinstein? Check, check, and check. This film’s mere existence is baffling enough, but the actual content is on a whole other level.
