This could easily have been a postscript to the earlier review of The Golden Globes Awards, but the relationship between actors with little talent outside of their specific comfort zone, and the degree to which that narrow talent is trotted out for our "entertainment" warrants its own, special rant.Romantic Comedy is admittedly one of my least favorite genres - right down there in between Snuff movies and Christian fundamentalist propaganda. This means that anyone who specializes in phoned-in performances in RomCom movies (Matthew McConaughey, Jennifer Aniston, Ben Stiller, Stanley Tucci et al) deserves a fat wedge of criticism.
Gerard Butler, aside from his laughable ham act in 300, and help from a wickedly funny writing and directing job by Guy Ritchie in RocknRolla, seems to have delivered a relentless tide of drivel.
Believe it or not, he has 4 films in pre- or post-production already for 2010, with at least a further 3 in development.
I've often wondered what it would be like to be a fly on the wall of a producer's office, listening to a pitch for the next RomCom.
"So, try to think of a divorced, washed-out advertising exec bumping into a hot, young administrative assistant at the supermarket. Their shopping carts collide, groceries spill all over the place, they hastily repack their carts, only to find as they're loading their cars in the parking lot that she has his shaving cream and he has her tampons! What a hoot, it's like
PS I Love you meets The Ugly Truth meets Failure to Launch. Fantastic!"
The photograph? Oh, just like a certain body piercing is forever known as a Prince Albert, so this device should be known as a Gerard Butler.
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