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An aging,hard-drinking hardassgets reformed by the sweet innocence of the kid next door. I know, I wanted to gag too. But hold on. St. Vincent will dodge your impulse to projectile vomit. For that, all hail Bill Murray whowhacks away at the scripts sentimental softballs likeA-Rod in full swing. Murray playsVincent McKenna, a Brooklyn drunk and Nam vet who likes living alone with his cat in a Sheepshead Bay house that gives dump a bad name. Vincents no loner. He hits the bar and the track and regularly boffs a pregnantRussian hooker named Daka (Naomi Watts salvaging a role conceived in clich). Yup, Vincent can still get it up.

Its too bad that first-time writer-director Theodore Melficant or wont side with the devil for long. The sinner mustbe redeemed. Enter the new neighbors.Maggie (Melissa McCarthy, wonderful) is a single mom on the run from an interfering ex and working as a CAT scan technician to support her 12-year-old son Oliver (Jaeden Lieberher). She pays Vincent to babysit because if she didnt thered be no movie. Its a setup for schmaltz. But Melfi does solid work with a cast that comes up aces. McCarthy, playing her role straight and true, downplays the comedy to show surprising nuance and feeling. And Lieberher is a kid actor with none of the self-conscious, obnoxious traits of a kid actor. His scenes with Murray are hugely entertaining. Even when Melfi packs them on a bullet train to bathos, Murray busts through the rules of convention.

Is there an Oscar in his future? Fine by me. Big Bad Billys been robbed twiceforRushmore and Lost in Translation. Theres nobody like Bill Murray. Never has been. Never will be. Hes indispensable. Stay in your seat for the end credits, in which Murray waters a dying plant and karaokes to Bob Dylans Shelter from the Storm. That alone is worth double the price of admission.

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