Insulting
Closer review
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7th March 2009
This film takes place in that strange, Nescafe-advert, Richard Curtis parallel universe where everyone in London is either a writer or an artist and lives in a massively spacious 'apartment'. It also has lots of swearing, which I guess was an attempt by the film makers to assure the audience. and themselves, how 'authentic' this movie is compared to most rom-coms. But it's awful.
It's about Julia Roberts, Natalie Portman, and charisma vacuums Clive Owen and Jude Law, and the oh-so vital issue of who of them should be sleeping with whom. For some reason we are expected to care. Not exactly an important universal theme we can all relate to is it? Screw them. Beautiful people and their beautiful problems are not top of my list of daily concerns, nor am I particularly interested in watching films about them.
I once woke up in an unfamiliar garden with a kebab in my pocket and a hangover so vicious it could've worked for the Gestapo, and all things told, that was a more enjoyable experience than watching this film.
