I know, I know. It wasn’t my idea. (And I didn’t pay.) Yet for the first bit, at least, I was surprised. The movie seemed to have a surprisingly mature attitude toward masculinity, and Michael Douglas seemed to be channeling from his Jewel of the Nile days.

Of course, it didn’t take long to fall in on itself. The movie was obsessed with maintaining an active pace, while Albert Brooks really started to get annoying (does he have any role where he isn’t just whining?) By the time David Suchet (who I recognized from his many turns as Hercule Poirot on PBS) made an appearance, I was amazed at just how hard everyone seemed to be trying.

Only the adorable Ryan (“Van Wilder”) Reynolds remained above reproach. How he can remain so charming in such schlock is beyond me, but he should keep it up as long as he can.

Oh, and I fucking hated the last two lines of dialogue in the movie.

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