Of Hollywood's A-list stars, Will Ferrell is the one whose movies are the trickiest for me to review. I thought Talladega Nights was pretty darn funny when I first saw it, only to be rather underwhelmed by subsequent viewings. On the other hand, I was lukewarm on Anchorman and Step Brothers initially, but they've both grown on me. Maybe this is a sign that he's a genius? Probably not. Anyway, this brings us to his latest, Casa de mi Padre, which is a full-on parody of telenovelas. Yes, Ferrell speaks Spanish throughout. I think it's just OK: My review is up at Screen International. Maybe in three years I'll think it's a masterpiece. (But probably not.)
