A pleasant enough film but Hugh Grant was still playing his bumbling self and SJP appeared to stutter her way through. Cant see why anyone thinks she is gorgeous.
Did You Hear About the Morgans? (PG)
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Time Out says
Thu Dec 24 2009City slickers find themselves marooned in Hicksville USA in this ultra-mild frolic which follows the ‘fish-out-of-water’ comedy formula so closely its lack of surprise is almost, well, surprising. The Morgans are ‘boutique’ estate agent Meryl (Sarah Jessica Parker) and swanky expat English lawyer Paul (Hugh Grant) and their marriage is in trouble – fertility issues, infidelity (his) and so on. However, as plot contrivance would have it, on their night out to patch things up, they see one of her wealthy clients being bumped off, and soon, to protect them from the killer at large, they find themselves spirited away to darkest Wyoming. Together – gulp! Without their mobiles – horror!
We’re supposed to care whether they do actually remain together, but there are distractions, like wondering whether SJP’s somewhat amorphous skin tone means she’s actually been replaced by a CGI avatar of herself. Or quite why Grant, who hustles awfully hard with material you’d hardly call fluff, keeps working with writer-director Marc Lawrence – he who brought us ‘Two Weeks Notice’ and ‘Music & Lyrics’, the celluloid equivalent of microwaveable ready meals. There’s a kind of functional professionalism which keeps things burbling along painlessly enough, but it’s an experience more fitting to a flu-ish afternoon on the sofa or long-haul in economy, when we’re at our least demanding. Rootin’, tootin’ cowboy folk Sam Elliott and Mary Steenburgen add some downhome charm, but from the moment we see posters warning of grizzly attacks in the area, a rampaging bear can’t arrive soon enough.
Author: Trevor Johnston
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A lacklustre script characterised by endless blind alleys... and pointless distractions. HG's charm has been replaced by wooden body language and SJP's whining voice has you on the edge of your seat, on the way to the exit. No tension, little humour though any entertaninment comes from the support characters. Stay at home and watch Terry and June for more fun.
To be fair I can't comment on the whole movie as I walked out after 10 minutes. Dithering Hugh and irritating (I need my Manolos!) SJP is hardly new or entertaining - unwatchable! Don't waste your time or money.
I did and what I heard and saw was not worth my ken or cash. I wish Britain could club together to fund a contract to remove Hugh Grant from our screens. What a boorish repetitive depiction of Englishness he gives, his finest moment was Divine Brown. Ignore this film.
how many times must they regurgitate Hugh grant as the epitome of being English. It has been worn out since the early 1990's but still we are punished!!