“Hilarious!” screams the headline.
Hollywood has done it again. No. Hollywood has outdone what it does best: achieve mindlessness in the name of creativity, originality, imagination, inventiveness, vision, and all the other words that pop up in a thesaurus when you hit the overused, underachieving word “creativity.”
What Hollywood has done again is taken several of its dog-eared recipes for blockbuster soup and mixed them in a creative, original, imaginative, etc., way.
Every blockbuster absolutely must have at least a pair of young, beautiful or handsome superstars whose names and likenesses have been saturating the tabloids. So, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie happened to be available that week.
Most blockbusters should spend at least fifty percent of their time on eardrum-busting spectacles, in order to hide the fact that they have nothing to say. With all our technology, our guns and knives and explosives, this is the easy part.
The most creative, etc., blockbusters mix genres—or did I already say that? In the case of Mr. and Mrs. Smith, the cook chose to mix ear-busting spectacle and comedy. If you’re not already fascinated or repulsed by the blend of young, beautiful or handsome superstars/gods/goddesses and ear-busting spectacle, the addition of hilarity to the hooch will either fascinate or repulse you, depending on whether you have what used to be called “taste.” Depending, also, on whether you have the intelligence to know that some ingredients should be placed in the same stew at one’s peril.
About the premise—two trained assassins marry, then are assigned to take each other out.
Too bad they fail.