If you only take your children to see movies like Up ... they'll think every film is going to be fantastic. That's not very good training for the disappointments of life, so Furry Vengeance does have one purpose.
Fraser's lantern-jawed mugging becomes irritating all too soon, although younger viewers may get a kick out of the ingenious antics of skunks, raccoons and grizzly bears as they get the better of numbskull humans.
When you throw furry animals, silly slapstick and rubber-faced big-name stars at the screen, and you can still hear more children crying than laughing in the audience, you can't help but feel that they've missed the point somewhat.
Perhaps the gods (and monsters) are pissed at Brendan Fraser, and they're wreaking career vengeance with this slapsticky disaster about woodland creatures defending their turf. But what did we ever do to deserve this?
Almost as much of a relief as making it through to the end is realising earlier on that none of the creatures will be talking for the duration of the picture. This reduces the annoyance factor considerably for anyone over the age of nine.
Forever positioning himself as Hollywood's jester, Fraser pads up for another odyssey of slapstick and genital trauma in Furry Vengeance, an odious, chintzy, and soul-flattening promenade into sadistic wackiness.