I ran out of Alias to watch, so I'm back off the wagon...
What Happens in VegasCameron Diaz (played by Hulk Hogan) and Ashton Kutcher (Jim Carrey) are two people from DIFFERENT WORLDS, but who also suffer from SIMILAR LEVELS OF DISCONTENT. I know how this movie ends. Ashton is a batchelor who isn't about commitment and has a manual job and even has a black friend at his workplace. That's how down to earth he is. Cameron wants to get married and works in one of those BUY BUY BUY SELL SELL SELL WAFFUULLS WAFFUUULS stressy jobs on Wall Street. She wants to get married. DIFFERENT WORLDS, see?
Cameron Diaz (played in this scene by Joanna Lumley)

gets dumped by her fiancé. He's a fundamentally unlikeable douchebag, naturally. No redeeming qualities at all are presented in the movie, yet she was still engaged to him. More fool her. She's all like "I never felt like I was good enough for him". Ashton gets fired from his down to earth wood cutting job by his own father and is all like "Nothing I do is ever good enough for him". Wait, I see some kind of parallell emerging here. I am now gripped.
So they each get drunk (still living in their DIFFERENT WORLDS), and decide to go to Vegaaaaaaaas, and announce this fact by shouting Vegaaaaaaas and saying "Vegas" many many many times in a montage that makes me wish death upon them. They end up in
DIFFERENT WORLDS, I mean, erm, the same hotel room. Oh yeah, they've each brought along their best friends. There is nothing fun or interesting about these characters at all. The ridiculously named Lake Bell, who plays Hogan's best pal, is more attractive than an increasingly haggard looking Diaz.
By this point in the story, Kutcher has over-acted like Jim Carrey on LSD on approximately 32 occasions. He acts this whole film like he's presenting an episode of Punk'd, and we all know how obnoxious that is. He's very pretty though, so he's got that going for him I guess.
Anyway yeah, they're in the same room. Kutcher's best friend opens a door to find Diaz and her friend semi-nude, with Diaz in the shower (in full make-up. She also sleeps with crazy amounts of orange make-up on. Gross). A high-larious fight ensues with lots of very forced screaming and no comedy value whatsoever. On the plus side, Lake Bell is semi-nude. That might be the movie's only plus side. We'll see. They go and sort this out in the lobby and get upgraded to Penthouse suites and also get VIP passes to all the Vegas nightspots.
Bizarrely, Kutcher then psycho-analyses Diaz into hanging out with him and his loser friend. If someone I'd just met started trying to pinpoint my hang-ups and uase them against me, I wouldn't agree to be buddiez with them just because they happened to get it right. In fact, it'd probably be worse if they got it right. Oh well. Anyway, whacky night ensues and they get drunk and they connect with each other and tell each other everything and.. UH OH!!!!!! THEY ACCIDENTALLY GET MARRIED!!! All these years Vegas has been famed for quickie weddings, I can't believe no one has yet utilised the drunken Vegas Wedding in a film or TV show and harnessed its potential comedic outcomes.
That's a lot of text, here are some pictures to bring some variety. They're not relevant to the review, just thought they'd be nice.


Anyway, yeah, standard fare so far. Then there's a swerve. Ashton steals a quarter off Cameron, puts it in a slot machine and wins three million dollars. He tries to make off with the cheque, when Cameron shamelessly uses their accidental marriage to try and claim a share of it. This is all preposterous. They go to court, where a ridiculous hard-ass judge character sentences them to six months of hard marriage, freezing the money until they can agree to work on the marriage. Wait, what? Yeah, that's actually the premise. Seriously, what? Sentenced to six months of marriage? Freezing their money? What? Oh yeah, they also have to attend weekly marriage counselling to prove that they're working on it. See, the judge's angle is that these quickie divorces are ruining the sanctity of marriage (worse than the gays. He actually says that by the way.). How forcing an accidentally wed couple to stay together is protecting the sanctity of marriage is beyond me. Surely it's enforcing a sham. I hate this idea and all it stands for. All we need now is for their marriage counsellor to be some fat ass wise-cracking goon with attitude.
Christ, the only thing this mess is missing is Queen Lati...fuck.
Anywho, they move in together and an odd couple scenario ensues. Toilet seat up, he's untidy and disgusting, yadda yadda yadda. All very creative. They are mean to each other, this is mildly amusing at times. Is that another plus side? I guess it is. You know the rest. They warm to each other, all is happy, Cameron finds out about something and storms off. Ashton is all "I KNOW WHERE TO FIND HER". He finds her, they agree to stay married and then they kiss. They really do go with stock rom-com ending number 1. She even has a melodramatic "happy place" which is the only place she ever felt happy. And only Ashton knows about it because she showed him a picture. Ugh. Also Ashton's dad is proud of him now. Yay!
The only genuinely funny joke is their best friends providing a service whereby they go to the homes of selected targets, knock, then punch them in the groin when they answer the door. When asked "WHY???" they simply say "You know why" and leave. Them doing this on various people for 90 minutes would have been infinitely better than the film.
Oh no wait, the funniest bit is the repeated use of gambling metaphors. "I'd bet on you Jack", and "You bet on me, and taught me to bet on myself!". Ashton is nearly crying when he delivers the second one. In your face Chucklez's made for TV movies. She taught him to bet on himself Chucklez. Beat that. I dares you.
7 stars.
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27 Dresses. Watch this space.