Review by: Jack Foley | Rating:
DVD SPECIAL FEATURES: Making of; Deleted scenes (with optional
commentary); Comedy Central: Reel Comedy.
YOUNG love takes a turn for the worst in Just Married, the type
of slapstick romantic comedy that audiences are likely to want
to divorce themselves from at the earliest opportunity.
Ashton Kutcher and Brittany Murphy star as the opposites who
attract when the former misplaces a football throw and hits her
on the head.
Following a whirlwind romance, the two get hitched and jet off
to Europe for a disastrous honeymoon - returning back to America
at the point of separation.
Robert Simonds movie picks up as they get off the plane
and then relays, via flashback, the disasters that befell the
happy couple as their dream vacation turned into a nightmare.
Intended as a contemporary version of the classic screwball comedies
of old, Just Married merely feels tired and routine from the start,
relying too heavily on cheap laughs and lazy scenarios.
Kutcher and Murphy have chemistry, but are ill-served by some
unfunny plot arcs and some truly dire characterisation.
Hence, Kutchers whining late night radio traffic reporter
comes across as deeply unsympathetic (particularly when remonstrating
with Europeans about their inability to speak English), while
Murphys wealthy writer seems far too perfect from the outset.
Sam Harpers screenplay, apparently based on his own chaotic
experiences while on his honeymoon in Italy 15 years ago, is also
found wanting, failing to make the most of any comic potential
and feeling borrowed from other, better, movies.
Bodily functions are frequently called upon to rescue
situations, as in the moments when the couple attempt to join
the mile-high club or arrive at a one-star hotel in Venice, while
certain plot points feel lifted straight out of other movies,
as in the dog out of the window gag, courtesy of Theres
Something About Mary.
Harper also attempts to gain mileage out of his characters
names, with Murphys mother informing Kutcher early on
that he can refer to her as Pussy.
There are moments when events cant help but raise a smile,
of course, and Murphy exudes a natural effervescence that makes
her extremely watchable (her good looks help too!!!), but the
plus points are few and far between.
The best that can be said for Kutcher is that this is nowhere
near as bad as his last stinker, Dude,
Wheres My Car?
But by the time the story reaches its predictably sentimental
finale, and the love-sick couple reunite, youll probably
be wanting to reach for the sick bag instead of cheering.