In a particularly uncomfortable scene is an otherwise forgettable Christmas holiday comedy, Deck the Halls, two middle-aged neighbors and rivals, Danny De Vito and Matthew Broderick, whoop it up like horn-dogs when, during a holiday pageant, a group of scantily clad girls saunter out onstage and bump and grind to the music. De Vito whistles and makes leering comments to Broderick, zeroing in on one particularly fetching cavorting nymphet. Only too late does De Vito realize that the sexy teen is, in fact, his own daughter. De Vito and Broderick refuse to lock eyes and the matter is dropped. In the soon to be released War Inc., implied incest is also on display when Hilary Duff slinks over to John Cusack and throws herself on the table in front of him, awaiting ravishment. Cusack reacts by throwing up, his subconscious telling him that Duff is his long-lost daughter.
Don't get me wrong. Pedophilia can be a scintillating subject of film fun from satires (Lolita), searing Southern melodramas (take your pick from Tennessee Williams), masterpieces (M), or to the unclassifiable (Happiness). The problem comes when filmmakers light the flame and have no idea where to carry it or how to extinguish it. Such is the case with David Ross's confused The Babysitters.
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