Ben Stiller, Greta Gerwig, Rhys Ifans | R |
REVIEWED BY SARA VILKOMERSON
Youth may be wasted on the young, but for Roger Greenberg (Stiller), the adage gets an acidly misanthropic twist: “Life is wasted on … people,” he moans. Back home in L.A. for six weeks, Greenberg-pessimistic, narcissistic and totally neurotic (plus, worst backseat driver ever)-struggles with the realization that at fortysomething, life hasn’t exactly gone as planned. While trying to reconnect with old friends (including a terrific Ifans) and a former flame, he’s taken by surprise when he instead falls into an unlikely relationship with a similarly adrift young woman (Gerwig). Thanks to writer-director Noah Baumbach’s sharply witty dialogue and poignant performances from Stiller and Gerwig, you can’t help but root for these lost souls to find their happy ending.
The Bounty Hunter
Jennifer Aniston, Gerard Butler, Christine Baranski
REVIEWED BY RENNIE DYBALL
Jennifer Aniston might just be the most charming woman on the planet. But she doesn’t stand a chance on this bumbling ride. As Nicole Hurley, an accidental felon and the World’s Hottest Newspaper Reporter, who’s chasing a big scoop while trying to shake her bounty hunter ex-husband (Butler), Aniston still works her scrappy, endearing comedic sparkle. But it’s all for naught. Bounty never targets an identity. Action movie? Romantic comedy? Goofy romp? It misses all the marks while parading a plot line as believable as Hurley’s huge newspaper salary. Just as predictable: the exes’ fate and the actors’ buzzed-about chemistry, which, while tasty at times, is hardly enough to satisfy.
Liam Neeson, Julianne Moore, Amanda Seyfried | R |
REVIEWED BY ALYNDA WHEAT
Catherine Stewart (Moore) may be an upscale doctor, but she’s her own patented brand of dumb, hiring a stunning call girl (Seyfried) to bait her professor husband (Neeson) into taking a nibble. Only it’s Catherine who gets bitten-by insecurities, an unhinged interloper and a marriage so empty the couple’s showpiece Toronto house practically echoes. It’s all meant to be a sexy, tony thriller, but the script embroils Moore and Seyfried in such mortifying tawdriness that it exposes Chloe for what it is: soft-core porn without the courage of its convictions.