I kind of liked “The Mask”. I mean granted, it’s weak, but it’s fun, and for some odd reason we have the sequel and we’re forced to lay our eyes on: “Son of the Mask” based on the compiled works of Arthur Miller–just kidding. Yeah, you can pretty much guess where this lame-brained sequel is going, but I’ll spell it out for you because this plot is extremely esoteric. Yeah, I’m laughing too. Hey, I’m a big movie snob, and I admit it, but this goes beyond snobbery, this film (I use the term loosely) speaks to your common sense.
Even people who loved “Stealth” or “Envy” should really take in mind that this sequel sucks like Paris Hilton trying to win an Oscar. But, hey if you like creepy talking babies, bad CGI, goofy dogs, and a has been actor trying his best to deadpan his “comedy”, then be my guest, but if you have kids who thought this as reasonable entertainment, then not only do I pity you, but your kids deserve a good smacking. Either way, it’s your usual low-budget, unbelievably bad sequel you’d expect. The mask of Loki is discovered by Tim Avery’s dog, Tim’s wife wants a baby, he doesn’t, he puts on the mask, they do the nasty, and for some odd illogical reason his son ends up with the powers of Loki sans the mask.
Meanwhile, I saw my sanity decrease further. The rest of the thinly conceived plot consists of a really, really, really, really, really bad musical number with wannabe rapper Jamie as the mask, and many gags of Tim’s mask wearing dog (I thought the mask only worked during the night?) going to war with his son in many weak, unfunny groups of homages to Tom & Jerry. All in really bad CGI that’s flawed, obvious, and brutal to look at. And there’s even a really creepy scene in which the baby mimics “The Exorcist” by spinning his head around. And this is a family film? Come on!
And Mr. Kennedy, you were fun for a while, but I’ve grown bored of your same shtick of the spazzy whacky white guy. Some people unjustly don’t have a career, but then people like you make it obvious why they can’t get their career going. You’re not funny, and even your presence couldn’t save this disaster. “Son of the Mask” touches every single comedy faux pas from really bad physical comedy, relying on two actors for comedy who aren’t even funny and the writers even find it in their hearts to torture us with a dancing baby of all things that’s neither funny, nor cute. Alan Cumming, an actor who I usually like, makes an utter fool of himself dressing in really bad costumes and lacking anything resembling comic timing.
Essentially, “Son of the Mask” really takes a bunch of concepts, gags, and jokes, and throws it all in to this messy amalgam that makes zero sense nor does it ever manage to draw a laugh from me. Yes, this is as awful as you expect, with all the fine makings of a lemon. Bob Hoskins ruins his credibility, Alan Cumming makes a fool of himself, Jamie Kennedy shows why he has no career, there’s a creepy baby, bad special effects, and a non-existent story all for the sake of making extra money out of a franchise that no one really cares about. Yes, this is Hollywood at its finest.