Colin Firth is a bumbling posh british guy who likes art but not his boss. His boss is Alan Rickman who is a rich bloke who loves ridiculously priced art. Colin wants to screw over his boss so he gets his, I wanna say butler???, to paint a fake Monet so that they can sell it to Alan. In order to do this they need a Texan Cameron Diaz and oh look theres one on a horse. They get Cameron to pretend the painting is hers and Colin will authenticate it for Alan then pocket the cash himself. They perform all this in a hilarious fashion and we are all meant to laugh heartily at their hijinks.
Oh dear god this is awful. It starts with a cartoon in the opening credits that pretty much explains the entire story frame for frame and to be honest I could have ended it there. For a film that is trying its upmost to be as funny as it possibly can it didn't make me laugh once. Not even a slight titter made its way past my lips. The situations that Colin finds himself in are typical and boring of a comedy like this and draw out a disappointed sigh as opposed to a guffaw. The story trudges along as if wading through treacle, bitter treacle I might add, with nothing really making any attempt to grab your attention or interest. The worst thing of all however is the cast and not in the way you might think. All of them are great actors who should know better. The main three have been in some great comedic roles throughout their careers along with some serious ones to boot and then they add in Stanley Tucci who is also a brilliant actor. Why oh why did any of you give this script a second look and not just keep it in your toilet for those emergencies when the toilet paper runs out.
Verdict: 0/5
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