In Theaters: The Bounty Hunter
The history of the couple's relationship is literally phoned in, over several cutaway scenes, by Christine Baranski, who plays Nicole's mom, an Atlantic City diva with a night club act. "You married him because he drove you crazy and divorced him for the same reason," she says. And if that's not compact enough for you, a little later she tells Milo, "Nicky may be a strong, independent woman on the outside, but on the inside she's just a girl, looking to be loved by her man." At this I searched Baranski's Cheshire features, rather desperately, for even the barest hint of irony. Reader, I was denied.
It would have been easier to relax and enjoy the prickly vibe between the exes, once Milo finally gets Nicole into his custody, if it didn't veer so consistently into the alarmingly vicious. Replacing smarts and charm with cheap shots and cruelty seems to be the mainstream comedy mandate, and there's plenty of it here, with Butler's paternalistic pleasure in degrading and holding Aniston -- who is barely dressed and propped up on stilettos the whole time -- captive bordering on the unpleasantly sadistic. Is it funny to point a gun at a woman in public and then throw her over your shoulder while no one looks twice? Or to taser a naked man in the neck? Butler's natural charisma and manic energy is in theory a good fit for Aniston's level-headed slow burns and uncanny timing, but their crudely sketched characters and the crassness of the material overwhelms what chemistry they have.
Shot on location in New York and Atlantic City, The Bounty Hunter has a flat, depressing look and a schmaltzy soundtrack that swells to almost drown out what few big ticket sappy moments the couple share. No opportunity is lost to dip into Aniston's bronzered rack, and should the cameraman's attentions inexplicably wander elsewhere, the script has ensured that at least one mention of it is made in every other scene, just to keep things on track. As a friend of mine remarked about a couture gown recently worn by Ms. Charlize Theron: "We get it, you have tits." I think I read somewhere that you act sometimes, as well?
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Comments
This movie looked like the most soulless, focus-grouped pile of crap in a while. Good to know my instincts were right.
No.
No, no--no. Not even accidentally, on basic cable. Never. No.
I liked it better when it was called "Serving Sara".
No, wait. That movie was balls. I didn't like it then, either.
This movie strikes me as being evocative of those absorbing banter-heavy comedies of the 50s. Or a sucking chest wound. I'm kinda on the fence.
Since Valentine's Day, at least.