Cubby

Yip...it's that old nutshell [again]...one man's [sense of] comedy is another man's poison.

It all hinges on Mark Blane - co-director, screenwriter, producer...and, star - playing a rather off-putting, pill-popping, porn-doodling, man-child. Not someone you would want to invite round for dinner...and, most definitely, not a person you would want to look after your child. And yet, that is exactly what happens, he becomes a 'manny' to a wealthy kid [Joseph Seuffert]...who manages [magnificently] to upstage 'Mark' in every scene.

As you may have realised, the major problem with Cubby is Mark and Mark alone [let's hope he's acting!]. He is so goddamn goof-ball awful. As irritating as an overly persistent mosquito preoccupied with sucking the last drop of blood out of you...Mark will fritter away your very will to live.

Look...if it is 'quirky' that you desire, you could do a lot worse than Cubby - this has 'quirky' seeping out of every orifice...there's even a fantastical leather-man popping up here,  there and everywhere. But...too many lines were crossed to even have a smidgen of empathy for Mark...gay porn in a kid's room, care-giving under the influence...how far from 'funny' can you actually go? Well, Mark Blane certainly pushes it to breaking point.

Without one redeeming feature, Mark [the character] left a particularly unpleasant flavour in our collective mouths...definitely, a film for the acquired taste!

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