Once upon a time, there was a promising young actor named Jamie Kennedy. Then one day, he decided to do a piece of s**t movie called “Son of the Mask.” He was never heard from again.
I think this picture killed this guy’s career. The only other way I can see him continue to get work is if producers realize he’s obviously willing to do anything. In which case, he could probably make a better career for himself walking down Hollywood and Vine with a short skirt looking to give guys a good time.
“Son of the Mask” is about Kennedy’s character Tim as he attempts to impress his cartoon-producing boss with a concept on a new show. His dog picks up the infamous mask and Kennedy puts it on before going to a Halloween party for work. He impresses his boss and catches a career break.
When “the mask” comes home, he jumps in bed with his wife and gets her pregnant with the son of mask. Son of mask is born and left alone with his dad for a while, scheming on ways to make him go crazy. Why? Cause he’s the son of the mask. That’s all the reasons we need apparently.
The movie also has this subplot with Alan Cumming (Circle of Friends) playing Loki, the god of mischief, trying to recover his mask. Apparently Loki is the owner of the mask even though that wasn’t mentioned in the first film.
Not even Jim Carrey could have saved this sequel to “The Mask.” It is beyond brainless. I would say it is as thoughtless and unfunny as “The Cat in the Hat,” but THIS picture does formulate shreds of a plot, just not an interesting one.
The dirt, which is the film’s material, is completely obnoxious and so riddled with visual effects, it resembles a cartoon more than a live action picture.
I knew the film hit rock bottom when Tim gets p**sed on by son of mask with not one or two streams of urine, but THREE. Later, Kennedy leaps in mid air and farts on Cumming’s face. By that point, I was trying to suck down the last of my antidepressants, which I saved for such an occasion.
You have to be in diapers to like this picture, and if you liked it, it shows where your mental capacity is. I know that’s insulting, but so is this pitiful excuse for a sequel to a rather neat original. There should be some sort of fascist Hollywood entity which screens projects and prevents pieces of s**t like THIS from being made.
The worst thing about this picture is seeing Alan Cumming subject himself to this retardation. Cumming is one of those I actors I think of as future Academy Award® winners. He has shown a lot of thought in his roles, minus this one, and a high ability to put together both believable and high concept characters. When he reaches the later half of his life, I completely expect to see him nominated and subsequently win gold. However, none of that is going to happen if he chooses donkey s**men projects like “Son of the Mask.”
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