Director: John
Hamburg | Starring:
Ben Stiller, Jennifer Aniston, Philip Seymour
Hoffman, Debra Messing, Alec Baldwin
Released: 2004
| Runtime: 90m
| Rating (out of 5):
*½ |
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This movie was a waste
of time for everyone involved. It was like an ode to mediocrity and
conventionalism. If there was a screenwriting program (which I believe
there is) that used a template into which you just plug character
names and places and out shoots a script, then this might have been
the culprit here. Ben Stiller plays the anal-retentive nebbish. Jennifer
Aniston plays the freewheeling, no strings commitment phobe. He works
for some sort of risk management firm that assesses risk for insurance
companies. She works as a waitress and eats food off the ground. Sounds
funny yet? So his wife--the safe wife--cheats on him in his honeymoon.
Wow, his whole safe world is blown up! Whatever. Then he runs into
Polly, who he apparently went to Jr. High with, and shared some sort
of model U.N. experience. Wow, model U.N.; she must be safe. Not so.
Since her Jr. High days, she's moved around the globe, never staying
in one place for long. You can see where this is going. Anyway, we
already know exactly what's going to happen, so it becomes the job
of the screenwriter to throw in 80 minutes of jokes between the time
when the opposites meet and the end when they end up together. So
he sinks to several poop scenes, a gay scene, a blind animal scene,
a sweaty guy playing basketball scene and on and on. Philip Seymour
Hoffman as Stiller's once famous friend (he was in a Breakfast
Club rip-off when he was a kid) is the only sort of funny thing
in the whole movie. He's doing a community theater version of Jesus
Christ Superstar and insists that he can play both Judas and
Jesus, which is actually only funny because it's Hoffman. The movie
isn't subtle. The movie isn't particularly funny. The movie somehow
hasn't ruined the career of everyone involved. Actually, it's not
surprising. Hollywood continues to pump out this by-the-numbers garbage
year after year without any complaints. It's safe. You have your requisite
toilet overflowing scene, someone gets hit in the nuts and you wrap
it all up with a nice message like, "You can't sit around waiting
for something to come along, otherwise you may miss something great."
Wow, what a deep, deep film. [HBO]
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