Son of the Mask
WHAT'S IT ABOUT?
2005’s SON OF THE MASK finds the supernatural mask that Jim Carrey donned in '94 in the home of Tim Avery (Jamie Kennedy), a cartoonist who, while wearing the mask on Halloween night, has quite the night in the sack with his wife. Nine months later, they're blessed with a baby boy who ends up possessing the cartoon-influenced powers of the mask, driving Tim up the wall in no time. Meanwhile, Norse god of mischief Loki (Alan Cumming) is tasked by big-daddy god Odin (Bob Hoskins) to find the mask and stop the chaos it's caused on Earth.
IS IT A GOOD MOVIE?
SON OF THE MASK is the sort of evidence atheists could really use in proving that God doesn’t exist. One look at this skid mark on the underwear of cinema, and you’ll be puzzled as to what deity would allow such a monstrosity as this to even pop into the head of the mental patient who wrote the script. Rarely have I ever seen a movie throw so much on screen, so many bells, whistles, cartoony effects, and giant sets, and proceed to just suck the very lifeforce out of every single scene. Forget the dark edge that made THE MASK a pretty cool flick; SON OF THE MASK is a “family-friendly” venture, only there’s no energy, no humor, and no general purpose for even existing as it does. SON OF THE MASK suffers from the same malady as DUMB AND DUMBERER, which thought to itself, “Hey, this stuff worked in the first movie…let’s do it all over again, only let’s make it really suck!” Seriously, at one point during production, some grip or boom operator had to walk up to the director and go, “You do realize this is the most embarrassing piece of shit ever made, right?”
Jamie Kennedy is absolutely lifeless when it comes to his character having to don the titular mask, you can see the words “You’re just doing this for the money…” going through Alan Cumming’s head, and the super-powered baby is every movie fan’s worst nightmare; imagine a psychotic version of BABY GENIUSES crossed with the Looney Tunes. And somehow, SON OF THE MASK managed to wrangle in such talented folks as Bob Hoskins, unrecognizable underneath pounds of make-up as Odin (methinks he realized what garbage he got himself into and didn't want anyone to be able to tell that it's him) and Steven Wright. Steven friggin' Wright! Good God, New Line, what did you do to the guy or what did you promise him to make him sign on to this train wreck?
This flick’s currently tied with A LOT LIKE LOVE for the worst movie I’ve seen in 2005, but due to its sheer wrongness and utter inability to generate anything that could be considered cool, I’d say SON OF THE MASK is winning by a nose so far.
A good-sized bunch of deleted/alternate scenes, every one of which is as dreadfully unfunny and devoid of energy as the movie itself is.
A commentary with star Jamie Kennedy, director Lawrence Guterman, and screenwriter/Satan himself, Lance Khazei.
Three documentaries: one on the difficulties of working with babies and dogs, one about combining digital effects with said babies and dogs, and one about pampered Hollywood dogs. Thank you, New Line, for making reviewing this DVD even more miserable.
There’s also some picture galleries, storyboard sequences, and a handful of trailers.
The only way anyone would want to burn SON OF THE MASK is if they had a lighter in their hand. It's joyless, ugly, purposeless...well, actually, that's wrong. SON OF THE MASK manages to serve one purpose; next time, just use as a profanity if you stub your toe or something. “Son of the mask, that hurt!” See? Got a nice ring, doesn’t it?
To make a long story short ("Too late!" :-D), I saw SON OF THE MASK for free, but I still wanted my money back.