In which Eddie Murphy plays a stockbroker distracted from making his mint by a seven-year-old daughter (Yara Shahidi) who won't give up her security blanket (she lets out a piercing scream every time it's taken from her grasp).
Then he discovers that said blanket allows him access to his daughter's imaginary friends, who also happen to give out stock tips, and suddenly the bad dad is spending quality time with his neglected kid. It's most insufferable when Murphy does his funny-voice routines, and we have to watch his daughter pretend to crack up. Thomas Haden Church as a native American with a line in pseudomystical guff provides the tiniest comic relief. How would it be if Eddie Murphy quit making trashy, ingratiating comedies and grew up? Imagine that.