This film is aimed at the unmarried mother to encourage her to cross social boundaries and consider a husband outside her social group. Not a bad message, but this film feels more contrived and manufactured through marketing data and social psychology than any real attempt to tell a story.
Note how the poor family lives in a fairly clean house that maybe has a dirt driveway, but is otherwise situated in a clean neighborhood, and for big hole in the roof the house itself is clean and the lawn is well manicured. And the interior of the home is a far cry from the ultra messy dilapidated house of the Kurt Russel land Goldie Hawn vehicle some decades earlier.
In short, this film is a piece of trash because it tries to rework a likeable film from the 80s to suit a social agenda. It doesn't matter what race the characters are, but this film really tries to drive that point home in a girlish likeable way without addressing the social differences and fears. That's why the Hawn=Russel film was and is superior. You had a white trash carpenter who was down on his luck trying to do good for his kids, but doing it in a fatherly way with no home-economic skills--and his three sons were bratty.
With this film the house is immaculately clean, well painted, a few dings here and there, but otherwise immaculate, and the daughters are perfectly behaved. The single mother who is joggling two jobs to strive for a career in nursing, quite frankly, doesn't need a mega-wealthy south of the border son of an industrial magnate, even for revenge.
That, and the gags aren't funny in the least. The lead actor isn't all that attractive, and typically industrial magnates, the super wealthy ones, got their start by working on site and getting their hands dirty. Their kids typically have done the same. Bratty rich snotty offspring exist, but they typically come from bad parenting, not because they're wealthy for the sake of it.
My postulation about the original movie is that some wealthy male killed his wife by pushing her overboard before the days of digital security cameras, and may have gotten away with murder. The original Overboard took that story and turned it on its head to tell a story that had a happy ending, as is Hollywood's forte. This film doesn't even do that, it merely takes the first film and does a gender swap role-reversal kind of thing, and tries to put a girlish bow on it. The result is this mess.
I don't know why Hollywood remakes good films thinking they can improve on them, and then hires a bunch of marketing lackeys to post fake reviews to try and recoup the dollars they spent on a piece of trash film.
Maybe, just maybe, if you let a writer do his job without your marketer's input, you might have come up with a better film.
As it stands now this thing is junk.