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When a movie has to outright come out and say that the two actors are
both charming, have wicked awesome chemistry, and they're also
contemporary stars, it leaves a little bit of wanting in me. I hate
McConaughey. I've liked him in exactly one movie that I can think of,
and that was Tropic Thunder. I liked that he was able to mock himself. I
feel ashamed that Kate Hudson is the breed of Goldie Hawn. I like Goldie
Hawn a lot. Maybe because of the association
with Kurt Russell, but good god does Kate Hudson annoy the shit out of
me.
So that's two strikes on the front cover right there.
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I mean, you can say they have
chemistry all you want, but when you're making a third-rate
remake of Romancing the Stone or the Jewel of the Nile,
where the hell is the Devito-esque character? Was Winstone
supposed to fill that role? He didn't. He wasn't even in but
20 minutes of the whole film. And he was just there to set
up the premise that yes, they had treasure hunted (I'm
sorry, treasure salved) before. The music was terrible. |
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At times it felt like a third-rate porno and
at others a third-rate Disney animated cartoon. It made no sense and it
was all over the place. As were the other secondary characters. Like
Kevin Hart (who was hilarious in the last two Scary Movies and a few
other roles) who gets relegated to being the hardass rapper who shoots
and kills people but is still a pussy. Or his crew (one of whom is Theo
Huxtable). The daughter of Donald Sutherland's character is outright
annoying and boring and slutty and an idiot and very Paris Hilton-esque
all at once, and it grates on you. And Sutherland seems like he strapped
on a daintier version of his voice from the recent Pride and Prejudice
bile he was in (my wife made me watch it and I soundly feel asleep
during that piece).
It's just actors going through the motions. When people complain that
Ocean's Twelve was just a reason to give the cast a vacation, I will
hold this movie, tight in my grip, and say no. This movie is the
vacation movie. All MMac does is walk around with his shirt off, swim,
hit on girls, and tan. That right there just smacks you in the face
while trying to watch this movie. You're left thinking, people actually
paid money to see this?
And again, all Hudson and MMac do is mug for the camera. Throw around
their "chemistry" as if they were this generation's Kathleen Turner and
Michael Douglas and instead are just awful. If they make a movie close
in line to War of the Roses next, I might be inclined to watch it. But I
doubt it.
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