If I was peeing into a fountain at the same time as an 8-year-old boy and through some inexplicable reason we swapped bodies, the new fake “me” might tell you that a film that starts with a baby projectile-pooping into the mouth of its father is a genius and inspired comedy that not only has a unique premise but also nails its execution.
However, I am particularly excellent at holding my bladder (so that I might release it in the appropriate place) and somewhere out there a sad, 8-year-old boy is getting scolded for peeing on public property. So I can, with a clear mind, report that The Change-Up is not that genius, inspired comedy and that its uninspired premise fails in execution in almost every way.
