Remember T-Ball when you were a kid? It seemed so easy – the ball just sitting there, ready to be blasted out of the park. Then you stepped up, swung your hardest, and it only went three feet. The Watch is much like this: teed-up perfectly at the comic strengths of its stars, writers, and director, it seems like a home run in the making, but in the end it barely gets on base.
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