Although I won't rate it as unwatchable, I would never recommend this film.
Clint has become a one-dimensional character in his later years. How much range is there to crotchety old man? Between the gasping whispers and hoarse-voiced vitriol, there is not much else there. Amy Adams brings nothing to this. She can't even be bothered to bring her cute to the front and give us something to watch. Flat, vague, misdirected, and bored, she left me waiting for something, anything to latch onto to make me care about this character and the story. I don't think Justin has much of a future in films unless his next project is just amazingly directed. He was so shallow as to be nothing more than eye candy for the girls who are forced to watch this with their boyfriends.
John Goodman is always solid but even he couldn't rescue this snooze- fest. I kept waiting for something that I knew viscerally wasn't going to happen. Just the optimist in me, I guess.
From the very beginning I felt that I had seen this film so many times before. Father estranged from daughter, daughter has grown up emotionally unavailable (which they felt they had to blatantly point out), father and daughter are forced into a situation requisite with a bonding moment, rejection, reconciliation, reconstituted love, yada, yada, yada. Oh, and hook it all up with a catchy folk song: You Are My Sunshine.
Whether it ended up on the cutting room floor (most likely with running time at 1:54) or Lorenz thought he was slick, there was no explanation or reason why JT showed up at the end to rescue Amy's love. A true saccharin moment for what?
C'mon. Really, c'mon.
Clint has become a one-dimensional character in his later years. How much range is there to crotchety old man? Between the gasping whispers and hoarse-voiced vitriol, there is not much else there. Amy Adams brings nothing to this. She can't even be bothered to bring her cute to the front and give us something to watch. Flat, vague, misdirected, and bored, she left me waiting for something, anything to latch onto to make me care about this character and the story. I don't think Justin has much of a future in films unless his next project is just amazingly directed. He was so shallow as to be nothing more than eye candy for the girls who are forced to watch this with their boyfriends.
John Goodman is always solid but even he couldn't rescue this snooze- fest. I kept waiting for something that I knew viscerally wasn't going to happen. Just the optimist in me, I guess.
From the very beginning I felt that I had seen this film so many times before. Father estranged from daughter, daughter has grown up emotionally unavailable (which they felt they had to blatantly point out), father and daughter are forced into a situation requisite with a bonding moment, rejection, reconciliation, reconstituted love, yada, yada, yada. Oh, and hook it all up with a catchy folk song: You Are My Sunshine.
Whether it ended up on the cutting room floor (most likely with running time at 1:54) or Lorenz thought he was slick, there was no explanation or reason why JT showed up at the end to rescue Amy's love. A true saccharin moment for what?
C'mon. Really, c'mon.