Ralph Breaks the Internet
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One winces for the cast, although end-title outtakes suggest that the principal stars had a high time -- which can only mean that when it comes to loving whoopee cushion humor, there is no middle ground.
Terrible movie, but it does have quite a few "Oh God," moments...
It's clear that the writers, producers and directors don't have any idea what goes into the delivery of a child, nor how the legal system works
...a seriously underwhelming comedic endeavor that suffers from an almost total lack of genuine laughs...
This lightweight concoction about a pregnancy that throws a power couple into marital crisis is a smart, funny and raunchy surprise.
Angela (Heather Graham of The Hangover) is trying to land a new vice president position by spearheading her first perfume line along with dealing with an impossible boss (Lara Flynn Boyle). She discovers she's pregnant but before she can give the good news to her attorney husband Curtis (Jerry O'Connell), she sees him in the arms of another woman and suspects he is cheating on her. Curtis thinks she may have been unfaithful as well because he always uses a condom while Angela is certain he's sleeping with a client. The situation is not helped by the bad advice coming from his buddy Danny (John Corbett of Sex in the City). They refuse to talk and work things out spending the next nine months giving one another the silent treatment.
My goodness it is lucky Heather Graham is so darn likeable. Otherwise I would be panning this big time, but thanks to her, this was watchable. Just.
This was an okay comedy...needed more side splitting laughs on this one. I was disappointed in a sense.
This is such a loathsome comedy that you feel the actors compelling you to put them out of their collective misery. It’s Heather Graham’s second pregnancy comedy in two years, except in 2008’s Miss Conception she wanted to get pregnant. Has Graham become the new face of the ticking biological clock? Graham is a perfume exec who gets in the family way. And how do we reveal this big news? By extended farts and projectile vomit. Stay classy. Instead of approaching an impending baby seriously, the film uses the pregnancy as an inane romantic comedy wedge. Graham’s hubby (Jerry O’Connell) doesn’t think it’s his because he “double bags it.” She thinks he’s a cheater. Their misunderstandings are predicated on the idea that nobody ever stops to say anything that might clear the air. This stuff is beyond sitcom level contrivance. Then the film becomes a battle of the sexes debacle as neither side wants to give in and leave the home, so we’re treated to a montage that zooms through EIGHT MONTHS of pregnancy. This is a comedy with no real feel for pacing, tone, setup, or context. The actors crank it up like they’re bouncing around in a farce, when this is really just a witlessly vulgar Knocked Up knock-off. The director (by the guy who made a movie trying to go on a date with Drew Barrymore) doesn’t so much deliver the jokes as pronounce them dead. This is a vacuum of funny with awful jokes, awful acting, awful attempts at being bawdy, and an even worse sentimental transformation at the end. This is without a doubt one of the most disastrous, abominable comedies of late and should have been terminated at the early script stage. Watch the trailer and spare yourself the agony. Even the trailer can’t help but indulge in a fart joke. The trailer, for god’s sakes.
Nate’s Grade: D-
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