I finally found time to watch 21. Despite my reluctance. But my Father bought me the DVD. So I am obliged.
I work at Lumiere House of Movies, a boutique DVD rental store in Whangaparaoa. We serve customers that find solace in watchable or passable entertainment.
No doubt, Robert Luketic's latest effort will reign in the Takahes, that's twenty dollar bills for you non-Kiwis.
(Films 'Based on a True Story' usually succeed at our store, 'Based on a True Story' invites the viewer to forget the cliches because they 'happened in real life' and the film's marketers know how to capitalize on this misplaced understanding.)
Just scratch away the surface, refuse to accept mediocrity and you'll find exactly what 21 misses, or just adjectives with the 'UN' prefix.
An UNoriginal screenplay, UNenthusiastic direction and UNenthusiastic leads that culminate in a forgettable film. It's in one ear and out the other.
Here's a story SO predictable, it plays like a damp matchstick, always failing to ignite, no matter the tries to strike it,
Our Guy Ritchie pumped 'Young Hollywood' are expected to include flashy gambling montages, cut to rhythms of a soundtrack featuring Kasabian and MGMT.
Perhaps if you compare your film to one of my farts, then you'll find something loaded with potency.
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Lewis Bostock