Imagine someone settling down for a long winter's evening with a jug of Gallo wine. He watches - because he's with his significant other - the Ridley Scott/Russell Crowe movie *A Good Year* on cable. (She wanted it. No guy would actually choose to watch that movie.) At some point, it is interrupted by some of the old Gallo wine commercials from the 1960s that used to show idealized Italian weddings at which there was much laughter and much wine served.
From such an evening must have been born the cliche-ridden script for this movie.
The problem, of course, is that we don't have Russell Crowe here in front of the camera, or Ridley Scott behind it. And the script is often awful.
This movie really has nothing to recommend it. Even the shots of the countryside, which were among the best things in A Good Year, are unremarkable here.
It sounds like a good idea, but it isn't. Skip it.
From such an evening must have been born the cliche-ridden script for this movie.
The problem, of course, is that we don't have Russell Crowe here in front of the camera, or Ridley Scott behind it. And the script is often awful.
This movie really has nothing to recommend it. Even the shots of the countryside, which were among the best things in A Good Year, are unremarkable here.
It sounds like a good idea, but it isn't. Skip it.