A comedy about a college student on suspension who is coaxed into babysitting the kids next door, though he is fully unprepared for the wild night ahead of him.
Casting the passive-aggressive Hill as an irresponsibly bad babysitter ensures a few laughs, and the commendably brief 81-minute running time doesn’t let the plotting sag. But for Hill, so effective as Brad Pitt’s foil in Moneyball, The Sitter feels like treading water.
At 81 mins, The Sitter literally and figuratively falls short, flirting sporadically with real laughs but confining itself largely to bland fish-outof-water gags and romcom clichés.
Mediocre laughs ensue.
Not Superbad, just quite bad.
A juvenile yawn.
David Gordon Green’s latest beer-soakage comedy contains one, just one, reminder of what made him a hugely promising independent filmmaker a decade ago.
Hill isn't bad, but he must be getting bored with repeating himself.
Very light on gags, and then, with an awful inevitability, very heavy on the sentimental life-lessons getting learnt by Noah and his adorable young charges. Avoid.
Instead of being tickled, your funnybone will want to commit suicide.
Hugely dislikable.
Regurgitated slop.
General release. Check local listings for show times.