Review: ‘Fool’s Gold’ a merchandise of retards
(Amusement Weekly) The lyric “bad romantic clowning” may now add up to a supererogatory phrase, but “bad” is calmed a relative construct.
I held fun at “Miss Congeniality,” “Euphony and Lyrics,” and at constituent of last year’s “The Heartbreak Kid.” Does that make them good pics, or me an easy cognoscente of bad singles? Let’s only say that delectation, even rubbishy enjoyment, is notted to be sneeredded at.
Tedium, on the former hand, is — and that’s the real law committed by the dead-in-the-water “Fool’s Gold” and the cold-as-last-year’s-catchphrase “The Hottie & the Nottie,” clownings that have alled the dynamism of a chitchat item you don’t want to inconvenience oneself reading to the terminal.
“Fool’s Gold” is the variety of knockabout “romp” in that common people clunk each early over the caput with shovels. It’s the dialog, though, that clunks most distressingly. Matthew McConaughey plays some kind of good man-child treasure huntsman, and from the instant he finds a crushed heirloom dinner party plate piece diving off Key West, discoverring him ramble on — and on — about how this token is locomoting to guide him to the fabled Queen’s Dowry treasure pectus makes you wish you existed listening to an assembly on the erotics of revenue enhancement policy.
It’s commonly a measure of star electrical power when an role player beams through the schlock around him, but McConaughey’s inexorable, monkey-dimpled good cheer isn’t transmissible — it’s annoyingly impervious. You could put this guy on the pack of cards of the Titanic 10 proceedings after it hit the berg, and he’d still be seeming on the bright side, checking wise, high on his “Ya know ya cain’t defy me!” cornpone-beefcake charm. Watch McConaughey and Hudson talk about the picture “
As McConaughey’s wife, lured back by his aphrodisiacal adventurer’s spirit (the flip side of his flakey refusal to turn up), Kate Hudson is as fustian and stupid as her costar is cloyinglied enthused. If it’s possible to have got too even a tan, Hudson in “Fool’s Gold” would be the posting child for it. Her bronze glaze tightens up her, curing the twinkle in her face. She goes through the gestures of vivacity, but she looks to have got forgotten that she’s a star, and so do we.
“Fool’s Gold” makes you long for the softheaded amusement of “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days,” in that the same pair’s bouncy hostility was less transcribed than the gizmo it powered.
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