Where's Ray Walston when you need him?
I came for the Training Day comparison, and am not leaving disappointed.
It gets a star deduction just for Rachel McAdams' bad hair and wigs.
It is what it is - entertainment, and not 'meaningful' - but it delivers in spades. Its fun (other than the waste of Beckinsale - I was waiting for her to kick some butt), and the plot wasn't entirely original, but lets face it - this isn't an oscar winner - it's fun.
It was fun.
Gotta love Marky Mark. Good stuff - imho.
Well done. ... Having seen it too, I agree for the most part. Really nice description of the Kristofferson-Parton duet and Kristofferson's craggy croon. (That song got me a little teary-eyed.) For what the film was, essentially a 90-minute or so Hallmark card come to life, it succeeded more than a few times in being heartwarming, and I thought the romantic chemistry of the couples and camaraderie of the choir came through despite the script's shortcomings, and sometimes doe-eyed glances, cornball humor and bursting into song aren't such a bad thing. ... but it all can be a bit much too.
See if you can get The Ghost Writer for free, MajBiker. It's worth your time, and by not paying I think you avoid any moral conundrums.
I won't be paying to see anything the rapist polanski does.
Damn you, The! Duncan Jones is the man …
I love Bardi as well, but he's not infallible. As evidenced by his Source Code review.
You're going to have to be more specific, Pery.
You're an idiot...
I love Fincher as well, but he's not infallible. As evidenced by Panic Room.
Can't wait to see this -- Payne seems to always deliver such unique, thought-provoking films.
"It's like an unfunny Pink Flamingo's...except the ugly lady in drag has shit coming OUT of her mouth" - Me
PSTD: Post-Sandler Trauma Disorder.
I still haven't been able to shake this one, Joe. And I have a high tolerance for bad movies. Want me to watch Underworld? Sure. Sit through Live Free and Die Hard over and over? No problem. Heck, I can watch Tony Scott's Man on Fire and you won't hear a peep out of me (though I may need to stare at a white wall for a few hours to detox).
My review doesn't come close to conveying how awful this movie is. A reviewer at Film School Rejects calls Sandler's "Jill" performance "a drag act that becomes so excruciatingly unpleasant it inspires involuntary shudders and post-traumatic nightmares." Bingo.
It's as if Sal is somehow trying to negate the entire experience of seeing the film. A critical exorcism, if you will. Sadly, I fear this one will stick with him a long time.
Negative-integer rating. Awesome!
They squeeze out every last penny, Mark. Every. Last. Penny.
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