You can already imagine the comic complications that arise when he shows up unannounced at the family’s luxurious home in Sag Harbor, Long Island. So could I. And it turns out every member of Washington’s family is harboring a secret or two: a brother who’s a kleptomaniac, a sister who hasn’t yet come out to her parents, a mother who’s sworn off alcohol but found an equally potent substitute, etc. It all builds up to a faceoff between Robinson and Grier at a ceremonial sweat lodge. Sweat lodge? That’s right: the movie takes place in a tony community where there’s an annual celebration of Herman Melville’s Moby Dick, replete with a variety of arcane if long-standing traditions. Give Peeples points for coming up with a subplot you’d never expect.
A talented cast makes the most of director Chism’s endlessly busy screenplay. Grier does what he can with a one-note role as the unyielding father, while S. Epatha Merkerson is warm and appealing as his wife. It’s refreshing to have Melvin Van Peebles and Diahann Carroll cast as the grandparents, even though they haven’t much to do. At center stage, Robinson and Washington make a likable couple, and it’s nice to see her playing comedy for a change. But no matter how you slice it, this is utterly predictable stuff. The preview audience I saw it with seemed to enjoy it all the same, but I prefer a fresher brand of comedy than Peeples has to offer.