What Happens in Vegas...

The battle for the human nerve has official morphed from witty, sophisticated banter 'tween star-crossed lovers to something akin to mixed martial arts. Or, in the case of the new Ashton Kutcher/Cameron Diaz romcom What Happens in Vegas�, dull marital artifice. In this syrupy, created-by-committee exercise in screaming and nervus facialis mugging, personal humanity is reduced down to little Phoebe or sixer of the seven deadly sins -- particularly: greed, sloth, and... no wait, that's around it. As a answer, we witness gender kinetics as archaic pandering.


After acquiring dumped by her stiff-collared fianc� effective New York securities trader Joy McNally (Diaz) gets talked into a misstep to Sin City by her best friend, slutty bartender Tipper (Lake Bell). A mingle up at the front desk finds recently dismissed NYC piece of furniture builder Jack Fuller (Kutcher) and his shyster shirker pal Hater (Rob Corddry) sharing the same room. A night of boozy debauchery finds Joy and Jack marital. As they discuss dissociate, the random pull of a slot machine sees the couple win $3 million. Taking the matter to courtroom, a noncompliant judge (Dennis Miller) orders the partner off to actually live as husband and wife for six months. If they survive, they'll split the money. But if i fails, it's an unexpected windfall for the other.


Wrapping 197 plots into a single, slapdash narrative, What Happens in Vegas� is almost painful to watch. It's a decent romance rigged to a monstrously unfunny comedy. Bouncing wildly between forcemeat and deliberate coupling insights, our characters exist in a earthly concern where hands are pigs, women are manipulative shrews, and somewhere in between exist a sprinkling of skanks, dipsticks, and sexually inappropriate bosses. The script, by Wedding Date scribbler Dana Fox, contains so many flaws that you wonder what's holding it all together. It distinctly isn't the pedestrian, music-montage-heavy direction from Tom Vaughn.


No, the only reason this entire project doesn't supernova and bug out sucking the life out of the universe like a cinematic black hole is the leads. Cameron Diaz necessarily to do something to break stunned of these mixed-up, part-ditz/part-determined cutesy career gal roles. She's constantly being throw as a junior college Meg Ryan, but at 36, she can merely push the enviable eye candy morsel so far. Kutcher, on the other hand is like box office body odor. Look over his resume from the net few long time and the aroma of failure is pungent. Yet thanks to his quasi-chemistry with Diaz, and a few moments where the written mechanics give way to improvised genuineness, he scoots along unscathed.


Clearly aimed to counterprogram the male adolescent aura given off by the summer blockbusters, What Happens in Vegas� is a date picture show for those who really don't see their relationship going anywhere. It's the equivalent of a tween's school notepad, cover adorned with wild-eyed designs and heart-dotted inscription and missing one panthera uncia of word or insight. You toilet literally see the cast desperate to overcome the whisper-thin corporeal, including altogether underserved supporting players like Treat Williams (as Jack's father), Queen Latifah (as the couple's court-ordered marriage counselor), and comedian Zach Galifianakis.


The resultant role is a movie that mocks everything love is founded on before approach full set to embrace each and every formulaic facet. It also strives to ply personality, non obvious gags, for laughs, and only ends up proving that caricature offers neither. Somewhere buried in this staid, stereotypical excuse for a likeable lover's spat is a decent idea for a movie. Since all involved can't find it, it's up to the audience to. They'll be lost as well.


The DVD includes a commentary track from director Tom Vaughn, deleted scenes, a suffocate reel, interviews, and goofy vignettes like a effectual services informercial starring Rob Corddry.




I went to Vegas and all I got was this lousy threesome million dollars.

Hans Werner Waetzig - oboe, Jeffrey Tate - cembalo

   
Artist: Hans Werner Waetzig - oboe, Jeffrey Tate - cembalo

   Genre(s): 
Classical
   

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Discography:


   
 Concerto No.9 in F, Op.7, for oboe, strings and continuo (12 Concerti a cinque)

   Year: 1973   
Tracks: 2


   
 Concerto No.6 in D, Op.7, for oboe, strings and continuo (12 Concerti a cinque)

   Year: 1973   
Tracks: 2


   
 Concerto No.3 in B flat, Op.7, for oboe, strings and continuo (12 Concerti a cinque)

   Year: 1973   
Tracks: 3


   
 Concerto No.12 in C, Op.7, for oboe, strings and continuo (12 Concerti a cinque)

   Year: 1973   
Tracks: 3

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