This movie got academy awards because of all the Hollywood self references.
Inverse story of The Little Mermaid is fine, I can suspend disbelief for the dude in the rubber fish suit, but you lose me at evil 50s dad. Our culture has been making fun of 50s dad for 50 years now - when is it enough? Does anyone around even remember 50s dads anymore, with their coonskin capped children watching TV, while the wife goes on about jello molds and he has to escape to his shark finned behemoth of a car to feel safe? I had a 70s dad, so I'm OK, but were those of you stuck with 50s dad still so traumatized by it that you're still making movies about him half a century later?
