I kind of Like Playdate (Yes, Really)
Let me start with a confession that may get my Movie Guy card revoked: I kind of liked Playdate, starring Kevin James.
Not “this-changed-my-life” liked it. Not “Oscar voters, assemble” liked it. More like “I sat there, watched the whole thing, and didn’t angrily check my phone every four minutes” liked it—which, in 2026 cinema terms, is practically a standing ovation.
The CGI Problem (a.k.a. When Everything Is Goo)
One of the most disappointing things about modern movies is the excessive use of CGI. Everything explodes. Everything floats. Everything looks like it was rendered by a computer that’s very proud of itself and wants you to know it.
I miss when movies had:
Chairs you could sit on
Walls you could punch
Consequences
Now it’s all glowing portals and weightless physics. Nothing feels real, which is ironic because the budgets are astronomical and the emotions are somehow still fake.
Playdate, thankfully, does not end with Kevin James fighting a digital cloud monster in the sky. Already a win.
The Creativity Drought
Another problem: no new ideas. Or rather, the same ideas wearing different hats.
Reboots.
Requels.
Legacy sequels.
Prequels to things that didn’t need originals.
At some point Hollywood started treating movies like software updates. “This is basically the same thing, but slightly shinier and somehow worse.”
Which brings me to an important point:
Playdate is not a reboot.
No shared universe.
No origin story.
No mid-credits scene teasing Playdate 2: Daycare of Doom.
It just… exists. Like movies used to.
A Movie for Guys (Remember Those?)
Here’s the part you’re apparently not allowed to say out loud anymore:
There are almost no movies for guys now.
Not “guys” as in cavemen. Just normal dudes. Fathers. Sons. People who enjoy:
Mild suspense
Awkward masculinity
Stories where someone tries to do the right thing and screws it up a little
Playdate feels like a movie a father and son can actually watch together without either one being bored, embarrassed, or lectured.
No homework afterward.
No speech about how you’re part of the problem.
Just a movie.
About Kevin James
Look, I am no Kevin James. I don’t have sitcom money, sitcom confidence, or sitcom knees. But I will say this: Kevin James knows exactly what lane he’s in, and he stays in it.
He’s not pretending to be a superhero.
He’s not rebooting a beloved character from your childhood.
He’s just being a guy in a situation that goes sideways.
And honestly? That’s refreshing.
Final Verdict
Is Playdate perfect? No.
Is it groundbreaking cinema? Also no.
Did I enjoy it more than most overcooked, CGI-soaked, message-forward blockbusters? Shockingly, yes.
Sometimes you don’t need spectacle.
Sometimes you don’t need a universe.
Sometimes you just need a movie that knows what it is and doesn’t apologize for it.
And in today’s movie landscape, that alone deserves a slow clap. 👏
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