The career trajectory of director David Gordon Green (George Washington, All the Real Girls) continues to nosedive with the seriously unfunny The Sitter, his follow-up to the criminally unfunny Your Highness from earlier this year. You know where this uninspried riff on Adventures in Babysitting is heading right from the opening fellatio scene set to the ironic sounds of Color Me Badd. Jonah Hill portrays mother-dependent schlub Noah Griffith who is convinced to spend his evening babysitting the offspring of some friends of his aforementioned mother: anxiety-plagued 13-year-old Slater, his celebrity culture-worshipping younger sister Blithe, and their adopted El Salvadorian psycho brother Rodrigo. Noah takes the kids from their suburban home to New York City where he’s looking to score drugs to impress a girl, but soon ends up embroiled in a plot involving a stolen dinosaur egg stolen and a wacky gangster (the usually great Sam Rockwell in his strangest role since Gentleman Broncos). The kids’ race against time to raise the money owed to the gangster takes them from one ridiculous set piece to another (a crazy bat mitzvah, a jewelry heist, a pool hall on the wrong side of town), but by the end of the night the wicked are punished and everyone learns a valuable lesson thanks to the titular hero (Slater comes to grips with his blossoming homosexuality, Blithe learns about the importance of self, Rodrigo learns to accept his surroundings). Highly recommended for people who laugh at nonsense slang and curse words that arise from the mouths of babes.
The Sitter opens today in Philly-area theaters.