World’s Greatest Dad (2009), a dark comedy Rating: 6/10
Plot: Lance has always dreamed of being a professional novelist but has settled on being a mediocre and unpopular teacher of poetry at a high school.
He tries his best to raise his little hellion of a son, a socially awkward and potentially dangerous young man. Things aren’t going great with the art teacher he has a secret relationship with either. Things start to look up for the poor guy following an unexpected tragedy.
I may have given this one a Robin-Williams’-penis bonus point. I’ve heard rumblings about Robin Williams being famously well-endowed. This movie reveals the truth. But that’s a spoiler, and I probably shouldn’t have started with it.
It’s too late now, and there’s nothing I can do about it. So Robin Williams’ penis is big, and Bobcat Goldthwait is one sick, dark writer. The World’s Greatest Dad grabs tattoos by the balls and shakes them around until more taboos spill out.
More people will squirm at what happens in this than laugh, but I found the movie engaging for its duration. I loved Daryl Sabara as the son in a performance that spells out awkward with all capital letters.
Thinking about a shirt with his picture almost makes me laugh. I thought I knew his face but couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Then I found out that he’s the kid from Spy Kids, and it’s great to see that he’s grown up and become the type of actor who is willing to be in awkward masturbation scenes.
I know Antonio Banderas would appreciate it at least. Sabara is like the anti-Cera here. Now before you Cera fans jump down my throat, let me make it clear that I like Michael Cera just fine, even when he’s sporting a mustache like in this picture. Anyway, Sabara gives us a great comic performance here.
Williams is good as well, although there are far too many close-ups of him. I could identify with his character as a language arts teacher, especially with the kid who plagiarized Queen or Bowie and recited “Under Pressure” as his own original poem. I had a student do that with Johnny Cash once.
I also liked the haiku that a character named Andrew recited. You can almost tell that Goldthwait’s got some ADHD issues or something by the way his movies flow. This is no exception, and it always seems like things are threatening to become unhinged at any moment. The movie’s good, but it just seems to be missing a lot of reality or something that keeps it from being great.
I did appreciate the Santa Claus Conquers the Martians poster hanging in the background in one scene.
