Un bébé à tout prix

Surely one of the worst motion pictures ever made. I could smell the stench of a Canadian production within a few minutes of this outstanding debacle. Having said that, it kept me laughing for a solid two hours so it definitely falls into the category of so-bad-it's-good. A nightmare of cliché, the shamefully bad script was brought to full glory by some truly appalling performances. The ex-con boyfriend was particularly bad, a metrosexual-type with a bit of stubble to try and make him look a little tough, he always looked like he wanted to run away from the whole mess (can't blame him). But the father of the missing child was the worst: he strained to look strained but looked, bizarrely, more like he was always about to burst out laughing. In general, most of the actors failed even to pull off the one-dimensionality of their characters. The only standouts who rose above the morass were an 11 year old Michael Cera (yes, of Arrested Devlpmt fame) and the infant, whose naturalistic performance should have won him a Gemini, or a Toaster, or whatever we Canadians call our esteemed filmic achievements. But then, the baby had the advantage of not having to speak any of the horrible dialogue. In the end, the actors were the victims of whoever wrote and produced this disaster.