Peter Bradshaw 

The Sitter – review

It's time for David Gordon Green to go back to being the new Terrence Malick, writes Peter Bradshaw
  
  


Now is the time, surely, for David Gordon Green to return to the arthouse Terrence Malick persona that first won us over a decade ago. His career-shift into fratboy comedy is running out of steam. The Sitter is his wacky new film, about as edgy as a balsawood butter-knife, about Noah, a sad-case guy played by Jonah Hill. One evening, Noah is bullied into babysitting some appalling kids, but while he's at their house, he takes a call from his bullying girlfriend asking him to buy some cocaine and bring it to the super-hot party she's currently at, so poor put-upon Noah has to take the kids along in their mom's mini-van, first to the crazy drug-dealer – massive cameo for Sam Rockwell – then to the party itself. 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.

 

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