so i finally saw american dreamz…
o.k, firstly – the instances of me being bored during any movie in which hugh grant has screen time are pretty rare. by which i mean nine months. add in a ‘caddish’ personna and it sinks to somewhere around nil.
this movie is bad
so bad that ‘bored’ nowhere near covers it
so bad it made me want to eat my own hair just to see if coughing up a furball would be more fun.
oh. my. god.
the plot was non existant. the script was painful. not funny enough to be funny and not … well, anything else really. willem defoe was completely wasted. mandy moore made my head hurt. hugh grant seemed to be acting vaugely drunk.
or maybe he was vaugely drunk.
i would have been if i was him.
even lair of the white worm was more entertaining.
i don’t know whether it always stank and the cast were all in the grip of some kind of paycheck fever when they signed on the dotted line or whether it was butchered in a post test screening editing frenzy – but either way –
please hugh, don’t do this to me again.