So, film review number two of the weekend!
I am going to be honest. I was disappointed. I’ve had this listed on Netflix to watch since God-knows-when, and having watched it, I was only filled with disappointment.
I’ve enjoyed Ben Stiller’s work in a lot of movies, and the same for Will Ferrell and Owen Wilson, but in this film, none of them quite manage to hit the spark that you expect from them.
In terms of plot, it’s sort of like Vogue meets Simple Jack, the movie-within-the-movie, Tropic Thunder. For reference, I enjoyed Tropic Thunder rather a lot. You have a male-model simpleton (Stiller), who is brain-washed into assassinating the prime-minister of Malaysia, by the evil Mugatu (Ferrell) so that cheap labour can continue to be used in the fashion industry. Now, the premise has promise, but it fails to hold up.
I admit, there are a few moments in the film that make you think, and make you smile, and I would say the mining scene, and the trippy-sex-scene (you don’t see anything, perverts), are probably the highlights of the movie. It’s kind of sad, in a way, when you take into account the fame behind the film, including, believe it or not, Donald Trump, David Bowie, Jon Voight and David Duchovny, as well as many others.
There’s really not much more I can say, other than, I really hope the sequel is better…