Not so appealing anymore.
Or that was how it appeared to be in the first half of the movie. But minutes later, somehow, Butler’s baby-blue eyes still set your heart skipping a beat. And his co-star was not shabby either.
Jennifer Aniston, though over 40, is amazingly gorgeous. She leaves women wondering how she keeps her body in such good shape.
If you’re wondering why this writer is waxing lyrical about the looks of the lead actor and actress of the show and not focusing on the plot, it’s because there wasn’t much of one.
The Bounty Hunter is one big mess. A hot mess, but still, a film not even worth a week in the box office.
The chemistry between the two is barely believable; the soundtrack over-played and totally out of sync with the scenes; and the plot, predictable. You start the movie hoping for some action scenes and by the end of the film, you’re still left waiting in vain.
The film is chock-full of stereotypes. The dead-beat bounty hunter, the hotshot reporter, the scar-covered, angry mafia type. The only stereotype missing from the film was the Asian. While funny, these stereotypes have been over-done and so many of the jokes make you cringe in your seat.
What really saves the film is Christine Baranski, the brilliant, lovely, hilarious actress from Mama Mia and Chicago. She plays Kitty, Aniston’s lounge singer mother. Deliciously forthright and very much a cougar, she instructs her daughter to take a picture of Butler’s tush.
Beyond that, the whole film seems confused. I couldn’t decide if it was trying to be an action film or a romantic-comedy. It just couldn’t seem to make up its mind, which is such a pity, considering that this film actually had the potential to be the next Mr. And Mrs. Smith—Instead, it fell flat on its face.
The truth is, even if Gerard Butler was running around in his costume from 300, it wouldn’t have saved this sorry film.