What a novel idea - a 'romantic comedy' that's neither romantic nor funny. Pierce Brosnan clearly took no chances to make this concept work, using his own production company to pull together just the right combination of talent. The director had to have a proven track record in disregarding punchlines, pacing and cohesion - step forward the man who gave the world Sliding Doors and Johnny English. Likewise, the script should take a worn-out, opposites-attract scenario, ditch the snappy for the sappy, and throw in some Oirish blarney because, bejesus, there's no charm to be found elsewhere in proceedings.
But to make the whole thing really stink, there had to be absolutely no chemistry between the leads. Step forward Julianne Moore, a remarkable dramatic actor with an even more remarkable ineptitude for comedy (see Nine Months and Evolution for details). Not that the works needed gumming up any more - the writers and director conspire to make it the longest 90 minutes of the year - but any sparkle there may once have been is dulled by the doughy-faced combination of Brosnan and Moore. It's like watching your parents on a date.
Laugh-free, shoddily made and criminally boring - the VCR is going to whiff for a while.
But to make the whole thing really stink, there had to be absolutely no chemistry between the leads. Step forward Julianne Moore, a remarkable dramatic actor with an even more remarkable ineptitude for comedy (see Nine Months and Evolution for details). Not that the works needed gumming up any more - the writers and director conspire to make it the longest 90 minutes of the year - but any sparkle there may once have been is dulled by the doughy-faced combination of Brosnan and Moore. It's like watching your parents on a date.
Laugh-free, shoddily made and criminally boring - the VCR is going to whiff for a while.