One critics garbage is another's gold. Okay, this is one of those movies that you can only enjoy if:
(1) You have that goofy, Jerry Lewis/Martin Short sense of humor. (2) You are a big enough fan of Paul Gross (Due South).
I do and I am. Yes, there are clichés; the whole darn thing is one big cliché. Yes, it's a shock to hear the perfect "Benton Fraser" (Gross) crack a smile and say the "F" word. And yes, sophomoric jokes abound. But we're not Oscar contenders here; it's quite obvious that Paul Gross wanted to break out of that stuffy red uniform and have some FUN. He succeeds -- and teaches us a little about curling too. Fellow Canadian Leslie Nielson is perfect as his mushroom-chewing, blustery, estranged father. I love that man-- he looks so dignified while dropping the most hilarious load of crap and can rubber-face better than Carrey.
Nope, no Oscar for Best Comedy. Now if they awarded one for just plain fun...