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A Lot Like Love

 

Picture: C+     Sound: B-     Extras: C-     Film: C-

 

 

A Lot Like Love (2005) is a lot like every other bad boy/girl film we have suffered through since the rise of the mall movie in the 1980s.  Ashton Kutcher has a knack for picking bad scripts and except for the recent Guess Who? the same year, continues to bat a thousand in the wrong direction.  The female of interest is Amanda Peet, showing up at her burned-out worst.  The film thinks it is cute, but as you watch, you hope for a deadly tragedy or anything else to stop the madness.  Unfortunately, it goes on for 107 inane minutes.

 

Kutcher is a TV star who got lucky, the politically safe successor to the failed Freddie Prinze, Jr., when it came to the airhead Ken-doll mantle with maybe a bit more common sense.  The press spinners have built him up in a brainwashing way to get thousands of people who never met him to say, “he’s such a nice guy!”  Such psychosis is a poor substitute for a good script or taking a stand on anything, especially at this time in our lives.  Predictably, the critics despised the film (unanimously correct for a change) and it promptly bombed.  The DVD is going to try and make up for it, but if it were not for Guess Who?, Kutcher could have considered his career in deep trouble.  For Peet, it is beyond help unless she takes a real risk before its too late.

 

The anamorphically enhanced 1.85 X 1 image is disappointing for a recent film, with softness and poor video black throughout.  Did cinematographer John De Boorman, B.S.C., intend for this film to look this weak?  I doubt it, as if it mattered.  The Dolby Digital 5.1 mix is loaded with loud sounds and the worst choice and placement of hit records we have seen in years!  Alex Worman’s score is forgettable and Kutcher’s mockery of the always-lame Bon Jovi proved so lame, that Jon Bon Jovi himself would not even return Kutcher’s phone calls on how to do the song.  That speaks volumes of the bankruptcy of this film.  Extras include a pointless audio commentary that director Nigel Coel and two producers actually has the guts to record, deleted scenes, a blooper reel and (yes) a music video.  Maybe they could have just done a concert film.  Then Bon Jovi could have shown up and you would have known to avoid this mess.

 

 

-   Nicholas Sheffo


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