Oh GOD what a wretched piece of trash. I loved Paul Rudd in The Size of Watermelons and, to a lesser extent, 200 cigarettes, so I rented this to see him again. What a waste of money and time.
For a start, does anyone else but me notice that the idea of falling in love with someone you met a mere 24 hours ago, when said 24 hours have been spent bickering non-stop with said someone, when you've just decided that the love of your life for the last two years has been cheating on you, is a pretty stupid idea? I know people who do this, and it's not funny at all. Okay, okay, it's only a movie. It's not a documentary. SOME connection with reality would be nice, though.
As it stands, there's no reason for Paul Rudd and Reese Witherspoon to fall in love, and plenty of reasons for them to run screaming from each other. Reese spends the film goading Paul on to further idiocy, then sneering at him every time he points out that the latest predicament is, in fact, her fault. Paul spends it tearing his hair out because of her behaviour, and then inexplicably following her advice/bringing her along for the next leg of the trip/apologizing for having the temerity to get angry at her. And then alla sudden, when they're arrested, the cop taking Reese's fingerprints looks at her pointedly and says, "Have you told him you're in love with him?" BWUUHAHAHAHAAA!!! I nearly fell off my chair laughing at the idiocy of it all.
And speaking of implausibility, what the hell is with that so-called alleged dorm at the end of the film? Since when do dorms look like four-star convention centre hotels, complete with lovely bay windows, food courts, huge hanging decorations that you can swing on AND balconies?
Terrible. Just terrible. Every stupid, hackneyed cliche vomited into a blender with sadistic, cringeworthy, unfunny slapstick. Don't waste your time.
For a start, does anyone else but me notice that the idea of falling in love with someone you met a mere 24 hours ago, when said 24 hours have been spent bickering non-stop with said someone, when you've just decided that the love of your life for the last two years has been cheating on you, is a pretty stupid idea? I know people who do this, and it's not funny at all. Okay, okay, it's only a movie. It's not a documentary. SOME connection with reality would be nice, though.
As it stands, there's no reason for Paul Rudd and Reese Witherspoon to fall in love, and plenty of reasons for them to run screaming from each other. Reese spends the film goading Paul on to further idiocy, then sneering at him every time he points out that the latest predicament is, in fact, her fault. Paul spends it tearing his hair out because of her behaviour, and then inexplicably following her advice/bringing her along for the next leg of the trip/apologizing for having the temerity to get angry at her. And then alla sudden, when they're arrested, the cop taking Reese's fingerprints looks at her pointedly and says, "Have you told him you're in love with him?" BWUUHAHAHAHAAA!!! I nearly fell off my chair laughing at the idiocy of it all.
And speaking of implausibility, what the hell is with that so-called alleged dorm at the end of the film? Since when do dorms look like four-star convention centre hotels, complete with lovely bay windows, food courts, huge hanging decorations that you can swing on AND balconies?
Terrible. Just terrible. Every stupid, hackneyed cliche vomited into a blender with sadistic, cringeworthy, unfunny slapstick. Don't waste your time.