This is a movie idea obviously penned on a cocktail napkin at 2 a.m. Someone who wasn't drunk and coked out should have blown their nose on it and thrown it in the trash thus saving the world from Like Father.
If you go by what you see in movies, Americans have either one of two jobs: lawyer or advertising executive (I guess that I should put serial killer on that list, but since they don't get paid they are just amateurs, volunteers). For some reason Hollywood finds that these are the only acceptable jobs for characters in film, as if selling crap or suing people is so glamorous and exciting.
A girl left at the altar. Does that ever happen? Has it ever happened? Because it seems to happen a lot in highly unoriginal and formulaic rom-coms (a misnomer as rom-coms are rarely, if ever, romantic or comedic). So right out of the starting gate this movie is at one star, add in an estranged father and it dips below one star. How low can it go?
If she didn't want to get ditched at the altar she shouldn't have agreed to marry a complete douche. They try to paint him as sort of the victim because of her workaholic nature, but with all consideration for the cinematic value of it all, wouldn't his conversation on the altar been more appropriate a few weeks back...and in private? If I had been one of the guests at the wedding I would have killed him with my bare hands for completely ruining my day--not that a day at a wedding isn't ruined already.
And let me guess. After spending time with each other, high-powered daughter and dead-beat dad both learn a little something about each other and themselves? Am I right? Now I need to puke for at least ten minutes because I'm highly allergic to boilerplate movie plot lines.
It's billed as a comedy which is odd because there's nothing at all funny in this thing. Since it's on a cruise ship you could call that a horror movie, at least in my book. I'd rather spend my vacation in a Guatemalan prison; at least I'd meet a better class of people.
So they meet the people sharing their table on the ship. Where is a serial killer when you really need one? A smart-alecky gay couple (talk about stereotyping), old rich creeps, and a ginormous black man (they're are always funny, right?). Let the high jinx begin!
Should come with a viewer warning: Gruesome karaoke scene ahead. Ugh. Why? There is nothing entertaining about karaoke in real life so putting a karaoke scene in a movie is like serving Spaghetti O's in a restaurant. And isn't winning the karaoke contest a little like coming in first in the Special Olympics? Sorry, distasteful but true.
Sorry, I can't stand it anymore. I'm jumping overboard.
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