I'm always looking for movies set in the Mediterranean & the Riviera and this one with Benoit Poolverde (probably best known to the USA from Man Bites Dog) about a group of friends on vacation who hook up with a large-living acquaintance in the resort town is pretty good . . .
I had high hopes after the last 2 week drought at the box office but this was a paint drying experience. The only entertaining thing about it was James Franco's (wisely uncredited) performance in the beginning. The Green Hornet/Britt Reid is so inept and irritating in every way, and doesn't even provide any laughs for it; Kato, on the other hand, is so completely capable, I kept asking why he needed the Green Hornet, and why they wrote the characters so lopsidedly. It would be as if Alfred the Butler was Batman, and he just kept a very dull and obnoxious Bruce Wayne around to sign the checks. I guess the executive producer just couldn't tell the star it wasn't funny, because they're one and the same . . .
That this movie does small art house business while Fockers 2 takes the weekend repeatedly tells you a lot about how the disaster happened in the first place; the most disturbing revelation of the movie is how the foxes of Wall Street are still guarding the chicken coop of national fiscal policy . . .
This is an almost gentle travelogue with a few garnishings of a thriller so I can understand the very low scores of everyone who was hoping for action and suspense, but most of the time I go to movies for the locations & sets anyway, so it was ok for me . . .
I liked this more than I thought I would; the 3D is top notch but the songs, except for the bar scene dream one, don't seem to have the power of older ones from the heyday like Aladdin or Beauty and the Beast . . .