Geez, talk about being late. At least I’ll get this commentary posted before I go see more films.
Allow me to echo the critics who said this was good but mindless and blow a big, fat rasperry at the rest of the world.
It was good.
It was mindless.
Steve Zahn is a god. Matthew McConaughey is generally watchable even though his mealy-mouthed southern accent always reminds me of Weird Al doing Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit (It’s hard to bargle fargle zauss with all these marbles in your mouth). Penelope Cruz is a boil upon the buttocks of far more attractive, talented and intelligible actresses.
You have to work very hard to suspend your disbelief. Windsurfing using the remains of what looks like a silver Piper Cub with curiously intact and air-filled wheels was bad enough but firing a recently buried 150 year old gun at a modern helicopter and suddenly causing an entire army of African dictatorial bad boys to abjectly surrender was a bit much. Thankfully the bad flavor that left behind was shortly absolved by the certainly unintended hilarity of Penelope’s bathing cap.
Damn. That was a funny hat.
In case all of this sounds unappealing, trust me, it’s not that bad. And it has good music. And that will save any film.