Posts Tagged ‘Vince Vaughn’

“A friend in need is a pest”

-Vince Vaughn via Wedding Crashers

I don’t know why, but I feel like I’ve been hearing a lot about dodgeball lately. It’s been a theme in my friends’ facebook statuses, they were playing dodge rock on an episode of the Fairly OddParents ealier (yes, I still watch that show) and, you guessed it, the movie was on this afternoon. (more…)

With an all-star comedic cast, Couples Retreat was destined for greatness from the get-go.

Vince Vaughn, John Favreau, and Jason Bateman are as hilarious as I expected them to be together. The crowded theatre roared with laughter as Jason (Bateman) pulled an imaginary gun on his therapist, Dave (Vaughn) got bitten by a shark, and Joey (Favreau) tried to seduce his masseuse (needless to say, he wasn’t successful). Oh yeah, and let’s not forget when they were all violated by a man in a banana hammock (Carlos Ponce).

The movie begins with four couples that get a great deal on a vacation, but their island paradise quickly turns into hell when they find out they have to participate in couples therapy and attempt to save their failing marriages in order to stay.

"Is his junk out? Now it's a party"

"Is his junk out? Now it's a party"

So it is a tad predictable, but what romantic comedy isn’t? Let’s face it, we’d be mad if they didn’t end up the way we wanted them to, and yet we still complain about being able to guess the ending as soon as we see a preview.  When you think about it, romantic comedies can only end in one of two ways anyway: either the boy gets the girl or he doesn’t. And we all know what a piece a crap the movie turns into when he doesn’t (cough, cough, The Break-Up, cough). I guess Vince learned his lesson.

All in all, Couples Retreat made for a wonderful afternoon out (hooray for matinees and poor college students), and I suggest you see it if you’re looking for a laugh with a little romance on the side.

~Kelsey Benett

“You shut your mouth when you’re talking to me.”

-Wedding Crashers

four-christmases

After a pleasant Thanksgiving feast, a couple of friends from home and I decided to hit up our local theater. I wanted to see Gus Van Sant’s Milk but my trusty cinema neglected this film in favor of showing everyone’s favorite Harry Potter-wannabe, Twilight, on four screens. So I was begrudgingly taken to see Four Christmases, another poor exercise in Hollywood’s recent slew of terrible Christmas-y films.

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