Undersexed parents electronically spying on their oversexed teenage kids as a metaphor for the lack of value and worthiness of the human race. If asked why the need for a two-hour chalk talk on cosmicism and the utter insignificance of humanity, Jason Reitman, like the clueless parental figures he contrived in his latest comedy, would no doubt waggle a finger and reply, "I did it for your own good!" It's not hard to take his premise seriously, particularly when juxtaposing an Adam Sandler masturbatory session with spurting lawn sprinklers. Reitman’s idea of opening up dialog scenes is adding pop-up texting bubbles above characters’ heads. Except for Emma Thompson, the majority of the characters speak with the same voice, a problem that’s plagued the director since Juno. Thompson’s divinely orotund narration lends mock credence to the juvenile pop psychology, all the while giving audiences a taste of what it would be like to hear Mary Poppins work blue. (2014) — Scott Marks
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