Let’s see, we have the widowed father, a corporate lawyer so busy providing for his daughter that he’s lost touch with who she is as a person. We have the daughter, with her two-colored hair and nose ring, cartoonishly progressive, but the only character whose moral compass is working. (At least in the early part of the movie, but we wonder: will the father’s slumbering conscience be reawakened? Who can say? It defies prediction!) We have the dying business tycoon who wants someone beside his bumbling family to carry on his legacy. We have the tycoon’s wife, who just got off the phone with the foundation, and good news about the refugees, we’re relocating them! — Or are we vaccinating them? We have the rich couple’s spoiled son, jack of all hobbies and master of none, who surely will not turn out to be a greedy, manipulative person. We have the rich couple’s servants, who seem to be former special ops. And we have two of the tycoon’s scientists (Asian, naturally), who for some reason work out of his home.
Despite the presence of cell phones and the internet, this movie feels like it was made in the 1980s. Anti-oligarch, but that’s not enough to make it a good movie. Paul Rudd and Jenna Ortega are wasted on flat characters in a story with few surprises. A couple of amusing moments. Would not recommend.
