The Pacifier (2005)
Directed by Adam Shankman
Written by Thomas Lennon & Ben Garant

Every decade needs its manly-man-reluctantly-finds-himself-contending-with-bratty-kids comedy – the 80s had Michael Keaton in Mr. Mom, the 90s had Damon Wayans in Major Payne, and now the 00s have Vin Diesel in The Pacifier. Hm, well, Michael Keaton wasn't exactly a manly-man, was he? So why was he Batman? Shee-it, motherfucker.

The Pacifier is about as good as Mr. Mom, better than Major Payne … nothing spectacular, but certainly providing chuckles where it needs to. Vin is a Navy SEAL who, for no logical reason, has to undertake caring for the family of a man (Tate Donovan!) who was killed during a mission Vin led to rescue him. As with all Disney® fare, the grief aspect is completely ignored (the kids don't so much as acknowledge they ever had a father, much less one as nebbishly sexy as Tate Donovan) in favor of showing Vin contending with stuff like kids farting, etc.

Some good cameos (Scott Thompson as a Waiting For Guffman-esque drama teacher; Lauren Graham as … I dunno, the school principal? … I just like to look at Lauren Graham), and Vin acquits himself nicely in the comedic mode. He's a likeable guy, for such a hunk of meat.

Good lines:

Little girl: "Why are your boobs so big?"
Vin Diesel: "They're … not … boobs."

And:

Bratty teen girl: "Thanks a LOT, Lieutenant Loser!"

What else do you need?

As the plot overtakes the setup, The Pacifier becomes much more about paint-by-numbers crowd-pleasing than anything truly witty. But it never really falls off the rails.

In conclusion, am I a bad person for experiencing a sinking feeling any time Carol Kane appears on screen these days? God bless her, but man, it's like watching a Parkinson's patient struggle to take a shower. No thank you! Back to the hospice, you black-toothed freak!

Review by Melvin Mead