Little Brother

Netflix keeps cranking out movies that are fine. Not good, not bad. Fine. Little Brother lands right in that pile.

The crude jokes come at you in waves, and some of them stick. Some don't. That's basically the whole experience: laugh, shrug, laugh, shrug, check phone, laugh again. I actually thought about bailing at one point, which is not a great sign when you're comfortable on your own couch.

Netflix keeps cranking out movies that are fine.

Here's the thing that surprised me though. John Cena keeps getting better. The guy has turned into a legitimate actor, and I don't say that lightly. He's the reason this movie holds together at all. Every time it starts to drift, he pulls it back with a look or a line read that hits. He's doing real work here.

Eric André, on the other hand, I expected the world from. This is a guy who can be genuinely unhinged and hilarious when he's turned loose. Here? He's just ok. Just there. I don't know if it was the writing or the choices or what, but I wanted a lot more out of him and got a fraction of it.

I watched this with the kids, and there were laughs in the room, so it's not a zero. It's just not something I'd sit through again, and I'm not telling everyone I know to queue it up. If you're a big Cena guy and you want to see him keep leveling up, sure. Otherwise, there's better ways to spend two hours.