Running Time: 85 mins
Rated: Rated M
Tom Stansfield (Kutcher) works for the business tycoon Jack Taylor (Stamp). Taylor is the worst of all bosses - demanding and unfair. Tom wants to go places, so he puts up with Taylor's outrageous behaviour and concentrates on impressing his boss and winning the love of Taylor's daughter, Lisa (Reid). When Taylor asks Tom to look after his daughter at home one evening, he thinks his stocks are on the rise. He soon discovers that when things go wrong they go berserk.
Given the toilet humour that runs through this film, I assume 13-year-old boys are its target audience. I have never heard so many jokes about urinating, or had to witness characters relieving themselves, so much in all my life.
If adolescent boys are not the key to My Boss's Daughter then Director David Zucker must mean it to be theatre of the absurd. Either way, it is only remotely amusing.
The carnival of characters, who, literarily, run through Jack Taylor's house on the fateful night Tom is looking after it, tells you what you are in for. There is a drug-dealer, a recently sacked secretary from Jack's company and her trailer trash boyfriend, an Owl called OJ, a drug cartel, an obese African American opera singer, a seriously wounded neighbour, a psychopath and the keystone cops.
It would appear that writer David Dorfman kept throwing characters at the page with the wish that one of them would be funny. Wish again.
The moral of the film is "claim your rights and dignity and don't let your family and friends walk all over you', but by the time we get to that we have an attempted murder, an attempted suicide, two long chase sequences and Jack Taylor's house is trashed.
Claim your dignity and give the boss's daughter a wide berth.
Fr Richard Leonard SJ is the Director of the Australian Catholic Film Office.