Part of the fun in checking out bad comedies (and yes, “fun” is the proper word) involves contemplating what makes them so bad, what makes their jokes misfire and the overall vehicle teeter into the lower depths of the Rotten Tomatoes patch. In the case of the holiday turkey The Sitter, one curious observation might be that the more active it becomes, the more plot-thickened and larded up with audacious setups and taboos, the more it just, well, sits there, living up to its title in an unexpected way.
Certainly, there’s something fascinating about the substantial and fundamentally quirky Jonah Hill filling the big screen, and that accounts for what marginal interest this movie holds. But beyond that, the transgressive tale of an accidental babysitter who takes his young charges on a perilous nocturnal joyride in N.Y.C. is a comedy of errors with some serious errors in the making.
Its first seditious act may be meant to upend the old show biz rule that anything goes as long as it doesn’t misuse or offend children or animals. Well, it’s clean on the animal front. We know we’re not in “family film” land even before the first scene, as the moaning tones of a pleasured female guide us into the film from the opening credits. Plot twists with drug dealers, sexual conniving, and other adult themes lie in wait.