There's a heart in the film, its name is John Ritter...
With its eighty-minute runtime, Dennis Dugan's "Problem Child" is short enough not to exhaust all its material and become repetitive, miraculously avoiding the limit of gratuitous unpleasantness. Being a child of the early 90s, I'm still admirative of its singular guts, seven years before "South Park", when it comes to the use of profanity (kids say the dardenest things but talk about overplaying it), its iconoclast brutality and its incorrect take on what should be the blessing of any happy wedlock: having children.
Having kids can be quite an ordeal indeed, I've been confined for three months and spent a locked-down summer in the company of kids, and sometimes…