Heavy

Liv Tyler puts on her best 'little girl lost' act in this dull tale of attraction between herself and a dopey, self-pitying chef.

The film attempts, and fails dismally, to construct a realistic story from this thin set-up, and amongst it's few highlights - the chef subtly trying to woo Liv Tyler with a Trebor's Extra Strong; and Tyler inexplicably getting aroused at the sight of a Boeing 747. Strange indeed.

As well as this, the dopey chef tries in vain to join the CIA (that's the Culinary Institute of America for anybody thinking otherwise) - there is also a brief mention of Ice Art which isn't built upon - relevance?, Tyler, again inexplicably, actually taking a camera to the slimy diner in which she works in order to have snaps of her collection of inbred workmates, while Pruitt Vince sees a ghost of Tyler at regular intervals along the way as well - which is obviously where Peter Jackson got the idea for her character in LoTR. Anyway, that's about as good as it get's folks. And I didn't even mention the all-singing, all-guitar-playing, captain of the 'ball team' boyfriend of Tyler's.

On a brighter note, James Mangold's direction is satisfactory - and it has to be, given that Pruitt Vince only has about 3 words to say throughout the entire film making any character development a touch tricky.

And in a pretty absurd conclusion, (spoiler warning - run, run for your life) Pruitt Vince seemingly becomes romantically involved with the shelf-stacker from the corner shop after their brief flirtations over a set of flying glass bottles - or something like that!