Some films are so bad, story is the first of many things wrong with the final product. In the case of films like Night at the Museum -- which got a lot of things right -- story is what ultimately knocks it down to that level of mediocrity. What starts out as a fantastic concept slowly spirals out of control, leaving it up to marvelous visuals, a myriad of characters and familar faces to pick up the scattered pieces and arrange them in a way so that the damage is contained.

Larry Daley (Ben Stiller) is an amalgam of several characters we've seen before. A divorced father who can't seem to hold down a job (but holds on to his dreams of being the world's next great inventor), Larry is forced to compete for his son's love alongside his ex-wife's dorky, suit-and-tie, gadget whore of a fiance (Paul Rudd). In order to avoid being evicted from his cozy apartment in Brooklyn -- a tragedy that could force him to move all the way to Queens -- Larry makes it his mission to find a job so that his son will be proud of papa ... and not have to travel to a new home way out in the middle of nowhere, limiting the time the two might get to spend together. But are there any jobs out there willing to hire the man who invented The Snapper (along the lines of The Clapper, only with snapping)?