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BY MARK BAZER
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Three lifelong friends and current roommates find out at the same time that their girlfriends are pregnant. Next, the babies are born the same day. Okay, it’s a light comedy, I’ll go along with the premise. But what stretches all credibility is that Miramax didn’t send this dirty diaper of a daddy movie straight to its room at Blockbuster. (In Chicago, where I live, the studio did, at the last minute, bar press from a preview screening.) Directed by Cheryl Dunye and co-written by star Eddie Griffin, My Baby’s Daddy hits all the flat notes of dumb guy comedies, from the pee-and-poop gags to the too-juvenile-to-offend lines at the expense of minorities (to the film’s credit, the love relationships are all multicultural). What’s more, unlike stupid-but-at-least-slick dreck, this unfunny mess bumps along from one awkward, often unnecessary scene to the next, and the lessons are relearned, in sappy style, over and over. What’s that you’ve already said nine times about paternal responsibility? Oh, right, it’s a good thing! Michael Imperioli (The Sopranos) and Anthony Anderson (that talking-kangaroo movie) co-star. (99 minutes)
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