Well how absolutely adorable. Taking a career-cue from the Terminator himself, big Vin Diesel has gone for a Kindergarten Cop vehicle. He's the über-tough Navy Seal who has to babysit a Brady Bunch collection of kids! He straps a little baby on to his front in a not-gay-but-sensitive manner - stop it Vin! my sides! you're killing me! - and he has to change the baby's nappy - stop it! - wrinkling his great big nose and saying "Eeeuuuuuuwww!" That appears to be Vin's sole traumatic contact with a baby's Number Twos, unlike our more extended encounter with this film, and his heartwarming childcare is mostly restricted to bonding, team-talks, telling the girl teen that her boyfriend isn't good enough and even directing the school's production of The Sound of Music.

This is obviously Hollywood's compulsory new tough-guy look. How long before Russell Crowe or Eminem straps on the papoose and gingerly tweezers open a tiny pair of soiled Huggies?