Review: Kat Cole

What Happens in Vegas (2008)

Director: Tom Vaughan

Joy McNally (Cameron Diaz) has just been humiliatingly dumped by her fiancé. Jack Fuller (Ashton Kutcher) has just been fired by his own father. Simultaneously, they are individually convinced by their best friends (Tipper (Lake Bell) and Hater (Rob Corddry) respectively) to spend the weekend drinking and partying away their woes in the City of Sin.

A room booking error at the hotel in Vegas means that the two pairs meet. The receptionist apologises for the confusion over the rooms by reluctantly giving free VIP club and casino passes to the group. A whole lot of booze later and Joy and Jack have inadvertently gotten hitched (how incredibly unexpected! Yawn…), a fact that neither are ecstatic about when they wake up the next morning. A freak, $3,000,000 Jackpot win on a slot machine Jack pulls (using a quarter belonging to Joy) postpones the annulment of their marriage however; the odd couple are sentenced by court law to spend 6 whole months working on their marriage, in order to earn each of their halves of the money.

Wow! Think of the hilarity!

*RAISES EYEBROW*

This is defiantly one of the worst films I have ever have ever “watched” – it was so extremely predictable, cringey and quite simply, God awful that I actually decided to start cleaning my room after only 14 minutes in, whilst the “film” (read as; “crock-of-shit”) continued to play in the background. Really, I should have realised What Happens in Vegas was going to naff the second the opening credits began to role…accompanied by a song by Mika.

Good. God.

The script is abysmal. The jokes are of the slapstick and immature variety (an exhausted “Jack-off” joke and antics involving urination are two examples of this), the plot brings nothing original to the romantic comedy genre and unsurprisingly, the film has a typical Hollywood ending.

The stars represent nothing more than the characters they are so used to being type cast as (Kutcher: funny, cute and a bit mentally retarded, Diaz: ditzy and a tad anal) and the cameos from Queen Latifah and Dennis Miller were not funny, or particularly memorable. Though the biggest question that What Happens in Vegas raises is whether it is actually necessary for us to see Ashton Kutcher snogging Diaz, when we are already quite aware of his taste in old poontang.

*Cough*MOORE*Cough*

I cannot fathom how $35,000,000 was spent on this film when its equivalent comes out of many a sphincter daily - and for free!

Never ask a man to pick a “contemporary Chick Flick” for you from the DVD rental shop. This is the nauseating result.