The Jerk had a high sperm count: It's spawned scores of Edenically simpleminded man-children, from Harry and Lloyd to the Brothers Solomon. These latest offspring, a pair of socially quarantined, home-schooled frères (SNL's Will Forte, who wrote the script, and Arnett, doing a sweeter Gob Bluth), are not without their charms: The sheer, animal idiocy beaming from their faces in the opening credits of The Brothers Solomon creates the film's only moment of uncalculated comic joy. Alas, their quest giving their dying father the grandchild he always wanted feels like a cheapo, soft-R retread of the dimwits' progress from Dumb and Dumber, with director Bob Odenkirk dropping Forte's jokes like anvils.

