Delivery Man

If you loved Ken Scott's Starbuck, you may not appreciate his Delivery Man as much (the contents of the films are too similar), although Vince Vaughn (David) reimagines the character well enough, in classic screwing-up while excelling Vince Vaughn fashion, putting in another great performance, confident personality generally unconcerned with consequences, überfatherhood thrust upon him, a life changing salacious shock, a languid lecherous illustrious lighthouse.

(Still prefer Patrick Huard's performance).

Not going to read what I wrote about Starbuck until finishing this review, for curiosity's sake (I did duplicate the tags however since the film's are so similar).

The narrative is a treasure for those adhering to discourses of hereditary multiplicities, even if it's fictional, since David's offspring possess sundry talents and seemingly limitless flexibilities, when considered as a whole.

I'm assuming there's a group who adheres to discourses of hereditary multiplicities.

I mean, what would happen if you had 534 children with 534 different women and then set them loose on the streets of New York or Montréal?

They aren't all going to end up in the same profession.

They aren't all going to look the same.

They will likely react to various stimuli differently.

Some of them, may even listen to, Tigermilk followed If You're Feeling Sinister followed by The Boy with the Arab Strap then Aladdin Sane after their favourite CFL team loses the Grey Cup.

534.

It could happen.

It's tough for me to write that critically about Delivery Man because, as I mentioned earlier, the film's too similar to Starbuck, which is why I didn't want to see it in theatres but I woke up too late that day to see Heli at EXCƎNTRIS.

It was a late night.

Great translation.

Just too familiar with the story so my reactions were always mitigated by encumbering memories which prevented me from being surprised by the sequences.

Surprise is important.

Good surprises.

Screw-off sadists.

Marshmallows.