This is the movie equivalent of gas station sushi—technically edible, but why would you choose it?
The Man from Toronto is aggressively mediocre Netflix content that disappeared from cultural consciousness about 47 seconds after release. The TMDB score of 6.4 tells you everything: not offensively bad, just profoundly forgettable. Kevin Hart does his Kevin Hart thing, someone plays a tough guy, they bicker and bond, roll credits.
The bigger issue is the tonal weirdness of making torture and assassination the comedic backdrop. It's not graphic or traumatizing, but it's a strange choice to play professional killing for laughs without any real satirical edge. Kids won't be scarred, but they also won't remember this movie exists by next Tuesday.
If your teen is begging to watch it, fine—it won't hurt them. But you could also just show them literally any other buddy comedy from the past 40 years and they'd have a better time. This is what plays in hotel rooms at 2am when you can't sleep.





