Eager, but accident-prone, young executive Tom Stanisfield has finally happened upon the opportunity of a lifetime: he can impress his megalomaniac boss and the boss's luscious daughter, Lisa, by simply house-sitting their lavish mansion for one night. It's a plan that could lead Tom on a path towards love and success, if only houseguests didn't keep arriving.
When Ashton Kutcher got the news that this much-delayed bad-taste comedy that he stars in was actually being released, he must have felt as if he were being "Punk'd." On that MTV video-prank series, Mr. Kutcher and a crew raise the temperature of music-video mainstays like Pink with hazing stunts intended to get their goats. Mr. Kutcher's goat has not only been got, it's roasting on a spit. Mr. Kutcher plays the amiable doormat Tom, who works in publishing and wants to move to the business's creative side . He attempts to ingratiate himself with his tyrannical boss, Jack (Terence Stamp), who says whatever he thinks to whomever happens to be standing nearby. Most of his sentences tend to end with "You're fired." And Tom has a crush on Jack's daughter, Lisa (Tara Reid), who persuades him to house-sit at the palatial, antique-filled estate she shares with her angry no-nonsense dad. Jack instructs Tom in caring for his home — no guests, no shoes and no damage or it's no job. This muddled comedy of confusion feels as if it were a Farrelly brothers' comedy that has sat exposed to the elements long past its expiration date; perhaps that's why almost every joke is stale. It absently tosses humor about race, sex, injury, disease and the handicapped into the same garbage bag. Yet, the pile of refuse is so uninteresting even the flies stay away. — Elvis Mitchell
2003-08-23 | Elvis Mitchell | Read the New York Times Review of My Boss's Daughter