Oh yes, I rented it. Of my own accord, with my own $1.32. I was wary of the whole Madonna thing, but assuming that Rupert Everett (of My Best Friend's Wedding and An Ideal Husband fame) would never do anything TOO stupid, I gave in. And, had I not been watching this with friends, I would have turned it off and returned it half-way through.
This film is a human rights violation. How on earth do movies like this get MADE? Honestly, spending more than a dirty million on a piece of crap like these has got to be a crime. Madonna is pathetic, as always, Everett wouldn't be anything to complain about if his character weren't so silly and moody. Terribly uneven. Together they have a small amount of chemistry, but that falls completely apart after they decide to raise their child together. The secondary characters- Everett's parents, Madonna's future husband and her ex, are unlikeable. The plot is meandering and DULL- and FAR TOO LONG. The only things that should be commended in this clunker of a (sorta)rom-com-drama is the perception of Madonna as a yoga instructor (it works, somehow), and Rupert Everett's eyes comically enlarging as the sole supplier of the only (and few) laughs.
Don't waste your time when you could be seeing perfectly good family dramedies like Kramer vs. Kramer.
This film is a human rights violation. How on earth do movies like this get MADE? Honestly, spending more than a dirty million on a piece of crap like these has got to be a crime. Madonna is pathetic, as always, Everett wouldn't be anything to complain about if his character weren't so silly and moody. Terribly uneven. Together they have a small amount of chemistry, but that falls completely apart after they decide to raise their child together. The secondary characters- Everett's parents, Madonna's future husband and her ex, are unlikeable. The plot is meandering and DULL- and FAR TOO LONG. The only things that should be commended in this clunker of a (sorta)rom-com-drama is the perception of Madonna as a yoga instructor (it works, somehow), and Rupert Everett's eyes comically enlarging as the sole supplier of the only (and few) laughs.
Don't waste your time when you could be seeing perfectly good family dramedies like Kramer vs. Kramer.
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