WTF guys? Did you need the money or something?
This movie is awful, just truly, truly awful. It’s probably the worst romantic comedy I’ve ever seen and that’s a competitive category.
Diane Keaton is a uptight playwright whose main character trait is wearing roll-neck jumpers, Jack Nicholson plays the misogynistic head of a hip-hop label, they meet on a weekend at her fabulous beach house in the Hamptons (you’re rooting for them already aren’t you).
You know a script is bad when two of the actors of their generation can’t inject any life into it. Jack clearly owed someone a favour and remains on auto-pilot throughout, Diane tries her hardest bless her, but never manages to haul the movie out of the excruciating zone. Case in point: when Jack finally liberates Diane’s womanhood by cutting off her roll-neck with kitchen scissors (no kidding!), I bit my fist so hard I think I have tendon damage.
Just when you think it can’t get any worse Keanu Reeves shows up... As a doctor! (the casting office on this one apparently doubled as a crack-house). You can't really blame Keanu, these days his agent just points him at a film and presses the 'act' button, but Keaton and Nicholson have blotted their copy-books impressively here. They’ll get no sympathy from me though; he’s a Hollywood institution and hasn’t needed to do a movie he didn’t want to since the 70s and she after starring in two of the best ever should know how to recognise a good romantic comedy script when she reads one.
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