Hi, I'm Jim. I'm 60 (God help me!) and I enjoy cinema, reading, cooking and stuff. I've got a Cine...
Hi, I'm Jim. I'm 60 (God help me!) and I enjoy cinema, reading, cooking and stuff. I've got a Cineworld card and watch 50-60 movies a year not counting TV and DVD. I read 20-30 books a year.
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I watch 50-60 films a year, not counting TV and DVD, and I haven’t seen a worse film than this in the past 5 years. I shared a cinema with 19 other people and there wasn’t a single laugh. The characters were all stereotypes and caricatures; the script was so clunky you could hear the punctuation marks; the editing was done-with-a-penknife clumsy; the film was shot in glaring, garish colour that hurt the eyes; and, yes, there was even a repellent small child – the kind that you could only find in American films. The whole premise of the film and storyline are unbelievable, and you just hate all the people in it.
The plot revolves around Jason Bateman’s character and wife having a hard time conceiving so that want to go to an island retreat to re-bond, but it’s so expensive they can only afford to go if three other couples go with them on a special deal. So Bateman bulldozes 3 friends and their wives to go with them. This is the first problem. Bateman’s character is so obnoxious that you can’t believe that he has any friends. Anyway, ploughing on. When they eventually get to the island ( and the first part of the film leading up to it seems to take a year) they are greeted by the most unbelievably camp and Hollywood-stereotypical posh Englishman, and the other three couples, expecting to enjoy sun, sea and jet-skiing, are disturbed to find that they are also scheduled to take part in couple therapy sessions. These sessions are flat and humourless. The only thing we learn is that Jon Favreau’s character really is utterly revolting and not just merely repulsive.
It gets worse. There is a scene, supposedly set around a yoga session, that consists of nothing more than an eerily-smiling second-rate body-builder (played by someone who really is called Carlos Ponce), making mock sexual movements with the wives pretending it’s yoga. The rest of it carries going on downhill until we get to a supremely excruciating scene in which Vince Vaughn challenges “posh Englishman” to a Guitar Hero battle. Incomprehensible! It does however, introduce the one good thing I have to say about this film – Billy Squires’ “Lonely is the Night” is the chosen rock track.
If you’re a die-hard Vince Vaughn fan who spends most of your life in a trance, muttering things like “Vince Vaughn is a god”, “Vince Vaughn can do no wrong”, “I wish I lived next door to Vince Vaughn”, then this is for you. If not, then don’t waste 2 hours of your life and/or £X of your hard-earned take-home pay on this rubbish. My ratings: for adults - 0/10; for kids – 0/10; for lobotomised Vince Vaughn fans – 10/10 Summary: truly, truly dreadful. P.s. Jean Reno really should know better.
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Comedy - Director: Richard Boden, Mandie Fletcher, Martin Shardlow - Original Language: English - Classification: 15 years and over - Starring: Hugh Laurie, Miranda Richardson, Stephen Fry, Brian Blessed, Tim McInnerny, Tony Robinson, Rowan Atkinson
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