Why do I do this to myself?Not even Jim Carrey could save this overbloated piece of fluff, filled with one too many penguin poop jokes. At one point, the movie goes in an interesting direction, when Mr. Popper loses his mind and adapts to the penguin's environment--but then it quickly turns head and becomes the usual formulaic family flick. I would have liked to see the other direction the movie could have gone.
In short: Stop making PG-rated comedies, Mr. Carrey.
1 cell phone in the blender out of 5
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