I admit to checking out Rottentomatoes.com
often to see the percentage of critics who like or dislike a film before I see it. When I saw Son of the Mask
was posting a miserable 4-percent positive review rating, I figured the film would be a major hell ride. Imagine my surprise when the opening sequence struck me as not entirely foul, a reasonably good-looking and fast-paced preamble to what could be a passable flick.
The good times were not to last. Son of the Mask is one of modern moviemaking’s supreme examples of deathly overkill. An unneeded sequel to the Jim Carrey hit that came out quite a long time ago, it’s a spastic, imbecilic ode to how a director can screw up a decent effort by his effects crew.