I too find myself on the horns of a dilemma. On the one hand, I love Vince Vaughn. I love his acerbic wit, I love his on-screen persona. He strikes me as a smart, sardonic guy who doesn’t suffer fools gladly. The rest of the cast is terrific, as well. Kevin James is likable enough, Jennifer Connelly is an Oscar winner and I welcome the return of Winona Ryder. On the other hand, this movie is so idiotic and pointless it makes me want to rethink my evaluation of anyone who signed on to the project.
Ronny Valentine (Vaughn) could sell ice to an Eskimo. Together with his best friend and scientist partner Nick (Kevin James), they are selling car manufacturers an electric engine that sounds like a fuel powered one to install in muscle cars. You know, so they make that visceral rumbling vroom that startles people at stop lights. Nick has just days to finish the design. Meanwhile, while scouting a location to propose to his girlfriend Beth (Jennifer Connolly), Ronny sees Nick’s wife Geneva (Winona Ryder) fooling around with some tatted up hunk named Zip (Channing Tatum). The last thing Ronnie wants to do is ruffle Nick while he is trying to finish his invention, but the infidelity is too much to bear. So Ronnie begins sneaking around trying to stop the affair and frequently getting injured in the process.
Here’s the problem. Ronny is a recovering gambling addict, so you can imagine what pops into his best friend’s and his girlfriend’s heads when he is disappearing for long periods and showing up with unexplained injuries.
This movie starts off mediocre and goes downhill from there, finally bottoming out at absurd. Despite the strong talent of the cast, with the possible exception of Queen Latifah, who dials in a vulgar, unnecessary performance, the story is just mind-numbing. It’s not funny. It’s not thought-provoking. What it is, is a waste of time. LN