Son of the Mask Review

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Tim Avery is an aspiring cartoonist and reluctant first-time father, who gets more than he bargained for when he finds that his infant son has the powers of the Mask of Loki. As if that weren't enough, Loki wants it back...


Coming ten years after the original, after that CGI Looney Tune business has gone from gosh-wow innovative to yawn-groan hackneyed, Son Of The Mask doesn’t bring back Jim Carrey. Instead the mask is handed on to an animator (Kennedy) who wears it long enough to do a dire hip-hop karaoke at a Halloween party and impregnate his nagging wife (Howard), then gives it to his dog for most of the film. Loki (Cumming), Norse god of mischeif and the mask’s original owner, is ordered by his father Odin (Hoskins) to get it back, and does dire disguise shtick. Even worse, hours and hours of this 94-minute movie are spent with the ‘toon baby Kennedy gets stuck with – cueing more piss and fart jokes than the mind can stand. Joyless tedium.

Long overdue sequels featuring none of the original cast are not usually worth the wait. Bob Hoskins and Alan Cumming can both be fun on a good day, so let's hope this sees them in good form.