The Watch is the adjusted title (post-Trayvon Martin killed by George Zimmerman) of Neighborhood Watch. My insect antennae are telling me it’s a curious little comedy about small-town, middle-aged doofusness, and that the alien plot is ridiculous. Fox’s squeamishness is understandable, but changing the title won’t matter. It’s thin. It’s going to tank. I’m sorry but I can smell it.
It also tells me that Vince Vaughn has heard the cries and is doing what he can to lose some weight — good on him.