Unless you are the sort of person who feels sorry for well to do middle aged White men who go through a mid-life crisis and insist on living out their fantasies with exotic women while somehow still maintaining that they are nice guys and not jerks, this film will put you off.
Happiness is a very difficult subject to tackle. So difficult in fact that no one has ever defined what it really is even though we all seem to think we know what it might be. A movie whose theme is about finding happiness is therefore likely to fall short and this one certainly does.
There is no depth in its explorations and its treatment of women and use of racial stereotypes can give rise to offense. After putting through the audience to nearly two hours of uninspired and rather awkward sketches, the final synthesis is that Hector -- a White male doctor with a thriving London practice -- has it good and for that he is happy.
Well, duh.
Happiness is a very difficult subject to tackle. So difficult in fact that no one has ever defined what it really is even though we all seem to think we know what it might be. A movie whose theme is about finding happiness is therefore likely to fall short and this one certainly does.
There is no depth in its explorations and its treatment of women and use of racial stereotypes can give rise to offense. After putting through the audience to nearly two hours of uninspired and rather awkward sketches, the final synthesis is that Hector -- a White male doctor with a thriving London practice -- has it good and for that he is happy.
Well, duh.