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There are two things that surprise me about this film. Firstly that it is not at all the recent Farrelly brothers style American schtick we have become accustomed to being trained to react to like packs of mindless mall seals all clapping and honking in unision.
It's almost as though someone gave Pedro Almodovar his next gig in Hollywood immediately after doing Women on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
OK OK I'm not saying this is genius work, it's an OK movie. It's just the adult nature of the film that is surprising. To clarify for those sweating plams out there, by adult I mean humour requiring a greater than schoolyard level of appreciation and possibly the experience of actually having had a relationship at anything beyond the seemingly ubiquitous, tepid, shallow, masturbatory transcience of your my space profile. Believe me there once was a time when we met up with friends for an entire evening of conversation without the aid of mobile phones, internet connectivity or references to Little Britain.
I can only wonder how this went down in the mulitplex hell of USA inc.
But, and more importantly, the second surprising thing about this film was how fat many of the actors are? What's going on? Vaughn, his buddy Favreau and the woefully underused D'Onforio are all huge bloaters. Who was providing the food on set for Christ sake and couldn't someone have passed some onto Jennifer who looked like she could have used some fattening up after her bouts of post-Brad bullemic self abuse.
Anyway. Just don't watch it with your other half.
6/10
