Appalling and sadistic. How can anyone who is not a sociopath look at this horrible attempt at feel-good fantasy and say, “This is fine, this is healthy”?
Hangover lite, with even more tepid notions of what constitutes debauchery, plus a true dedication to strained contrivance.
The Gift takes the disgusting trope of hurting a woman to make a man feel something to a vile new low… one that reveals its ignorance about women.
Is it any wonder that is always seems to be Jennifer Aniston, America’s It Girl, who gets screwed by spectacularly selfish men who embody this new American ideal of “Do whatever you want, to whomever you want, no matter how evil, no matter how wrong, and you will not only escape punishment, you will be richly rewarded for your antisocial behavior”? Poor Aniston: She is the foreclosure crisis of the modern Hollywood romantic comedy.
Oh, the glorious awfulness!
The real dilemma here is not: Should Vince Vaughn tell Kevin James that his — James’s — wife is cheating on him? It’s: How did Ron Howard get attached to this train wreck of a movie?
You can use existing source material or invent your own scenario. And don’t forget to tell us who’ll be starring!
I like the Tom Hanks persona. I like the Will Smith persona. I like the Kristin Chenoweth persona. Helen Mirren could just stand around being Helen Mirren and I would love her for it. Is that so wrong?
In *The Switch,* Jennifer Aniston can’t believe she got Jason Bateman’s sperm in her baby, when someone else was supposed to be her artificial baby daddy. This flick sprang from (among other films)…
There are your everyday passive-aggressive Nice Guys. And then there’s Wally Mars, who deserves some sort of lifetime achievement medal for Most Passive-Aggressive Nice Guy Ever.