Occasionally I see throw-away films. So sue me.
There’s not much to say about this flick – it is a throw-away film, a summer popcorn movie. It’s funny as hell but I doubt I’d ever need to see it again.
But goddamnit, I hate Will Ferrell. That overacting sumbitch can ruin just about any movie. Generally comedy requires subtlety. At the very least it requires the comic to play it straight, not constantly telegraph his moves to the audience and jab them in the ribs every ten seconds going, “Nudge, nudge. Funny, eh?” No jackass, that ain’t funny. It might have been funny if you’d let me make up my mind but you bumrushing me into supposed fits of hilarity just ain’t cutting the mustard.
Wanker.
Anybody who can make Owen fugging Wilson look like a halfway decent movie star is a putz.
Finally, Vince Vaughn is funnier than hell but when is that act going to wear old? Brother’s got to find a new schtick. Someone once said, “There’s nothing sadder than a newly fat comedian.” Bill Murray handled getting older by showing that he really had some chops: he still plays the same character but he spins the character out in lots of different ways. Do you think Vince has that in him?
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