Review: Movie 43

Movie 43
Richard Gere reads our minds in Movie 43.

Is this the worst film of the 21st Century?
Rating: ZERO

Multi-starrers are generally viewed as a money-making machine. The genre for this is always comedy and the audience is international. Whether it’s a handful actors behaving like monkeys in Priyadarshan films or a group of cons pulling off an Oceans Eleven-like heist, multi-starrers are predominantly built on how big the fan base is. Multi-starrers also led to the creation of rat packs (60s), frat packs (80s) and then brat packs (90s-00s).

The original Oceans Eleven not only starred rat packers Frank Sinatra, Peter Lawford, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis. Jr. and Joey Bishop, but also had cameos from Cesar Romero, Buddy Lester and Shirley MacLaine. The 2001 remake also claimed top prize with a glorious cast of George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Matt Damon, Julia Roberts and Andy Garcia to start with.

Having said that Movie 43 is a tasteless film that unites a huge star cast through a series of hapless and sexually disgusting vignettes. The whole film is co-directed and produced by Peter Farrelly, who has traveled a long distance from There’s Something About Mary, which clearly remains the best comedy film from the Farrelly brothers. The cast ensemble includes prominent names such as Hugh Jackman, Kate WInslet, Richard Gere, Halle Berry, Gerard Butler, Anna Faris, Uma Thurman, Seann William Scott, Elizabeth Banks, Emma Stone, Kristen Bell, Naomi Watts and Jason Sudeikis.

From the moment you see a pair of testicles hanging beneath Jackman’s chin, you realize this is gonna be a weird ride. The best you can do is get out of the cinema and watch Iron Man 3 instead. Movie 43 puts you through a cinematic catastrophe that’s gonna haunt you forever if you continue watching it.

The actors perform blithely, grabbing hold of the 15 minutes given to them and doing the most they could to turn this movie into a bigger nightmare. Whether it’s Anna Faris’ lust for poop or Halle Berry and Stephen Merchant’s kiddish truth or dare moments, Movie 43 is garbage that even the municipality will ignore to clean up. Imagine a dog messes up your carpet and you casually walk by it every day without the slightest interest to clean it.

Movie 43 reminded me of another multi-starrer Couples Retreat which starred Vince Vaughn, Kevin James and Justin Bateman. That film had a paper thin storyline blown out of proportions to make a 100-minute junk. I’d watch that or even a combination of Madea films to avoid Movie 43.

Gore, violence, unwanted nudity and tasteless vulgarity are some of the elements Movie 43 is made of. I’m pretty sure you can figure out the rest upon reading this review.

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Review: Man on a Ledge

Elizabeth Banks and Sam Worthington in Man on a Ledge.

Either push him or push me

Rating: *

A man checks in at Roosevelt Hotel, NYC, heads to the top floor and stands on the ledge, ready to jump. But, he’s not jumping anywhere. He’s just attracting public attention. What’s funnier is that he will speak to only one negotiator, a blonde named Lydia whose last case was a failure. So, Lydia decides to save this bloke and earn back her lost fame in convincing lunatics from taking the fall.

Elizabeth Banks alongside Genesis Rodriguez do their bit in plunging necklines and bustier tops to spike the blood levels of an emphatically bored audience. This film has Sam Worthington in the leading role while other talents such as Anthony Mackie, Jamie Bell and Ed Harris are stripped down to slobbering emotions and close-up shots of grimaces. The level of insanity, the writer (Pablo Fenjves) introduces is haunting as he brings up one good point: Everything was a beautiful setup by the protagonist.

At some point, the plan doesn’t work out and the hurried antics of the protagonist become more like the hotel scene in The Bourne Supremacy. And the icing on the cake is a subplot about two buddy cops who turn enemies under the line of corruption and how it revels the viewers as we see the bad cop beg for forgiveness at the time of his death. Oh please! We don’t need Kleenex, we need a loaded shotgun.

Man on a Ledge just doesn’t end up as a suicidal maniac’s call for innocence, it moves on as a thriller that includes chases through the long and empty corridors of the hotel. I wonder if Roosevelt Hotel served as one of the producers for the film. Well, the least they could do for uncalled product placement is serve the actors their finest lobster meal.

Man on a Ledge is surprising awful. Okay, the plunging necklines were worthy but not for the price I paid.