To make matters worse, his ex-wife (Carla Gugino) continues to lambast him for showing no interest in their kids. Luckily for him, those penguins’ arrival instigates a remarkable volte-face that not only brings our preoccupied hero down to earth but shows every sign of healing the family rift. Ahh – or rather argh!
Once you’ve reached down and gathered up the remnants of your jaw, there’s a thin veneer of amusement to be had from watching a gaggle of awkward Antarctic flappers lay waste to a modern apartment, cause a furore at a posh business party and generally waddle about dispensing Chaplin-style slapstick at every turn.
Easy-to-please knee-highs will almost certainly chuckle at all the farting, pooing, squawking and bumping into things, and I confess to smirking a couple of times too. But holy mother of pearl, talk about superficial claptrap! Still, at least there’s a deep-seated moral attached to this pea-brained parable: if your business is failing and your love life waning, just pick up a penguin. Slap! Ouch! Sorry, couldn’t resist.