On the surface, this film has a pretty decent cast, and Ben Stiller.
Stiller plays the smae character he does in every other film ever, and he's shit, and not funny. Aniston is her usual nicey girly self, but wears a vest top that shows her to have a tremendous rack, and is supposed to be some kind of mental free spirit, in "hilarious" contrast to the rod up Stiller's arse. Points also for a close up of her arse in hot pants, and she salsa dances a bit (yep - salsa dancing scenes, it is that bad). She also owns a blind ferret, which inexplicably fails to enter the trousers of any of the characters.
The skinny bird from Will And Grace is in it, and is as punchable as ever. Alec Baldwin does a stupid accent, farts a few times. Hank Azaria is in it, with his chest buffed and waxed to the extent that he looks like he's made from plastic, like an Action Man - it's a bit strange. Philip Seymour Hoffman is in it, as a stupid guy who's shit at basketball and drersses like Don Johnson in 1983. He's involved in a sub plot about being a child actor or somethng. Waste of time.
There's also an Australian extreme sports millionaire fella, who wants to get life insurance off Stiller, but lives too dangerously or something. It's like Crocodile Dundee meets Point Break - i.e. shit.
Anyhow, all in all, a shite comedy - one to avoid, but I'd really like to shag Aniston, in all fairness.
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