Not recommended. St Vincent begins with the title character, played by Bill Murray (Lost in Translation), telling a joke that’s not particularly funny. The film doesn’t immediately go downhill from here. Sadly, it waits until one is far more vested in the deeply flawed story. This is even sadder for the actors who do a plucky job of trying to enliven Theodore Melfi’s predictable and schmaltzy story, while overcoming his inept direction. Murray drags out his grumpy cat face, a more battered version of grumpy groundhog. We’re led to believe that he’s really a pussy cat underneath . . . then he unaccountably steals money from a child. Melfi deprives Melissa McCarthy (Bridesmaids) of her joyous vulgarity and saddles Naomi Watts (21 Grams) with a ridiculous Russian accent. Only the Cute Kid (Jaeden Lieberher) and the Lovable Priest (Chris O'Dowd, Bridesmaids) are allowed their own laughs or any dignity on this tedious warhorse.