Garry Marshall’s new ensemble film “New Year’s Eve” is so formulaic you could feed a baby with it.
With one terrible vignette after another, the film blindly panders itself into a cinematic oblivion. And it’s not that the film isn’t trying, in fact it over does it to the extent Marshall has rope burns from trying to tug at your heartstrings so hard.
Then there’s the problem of a cast that doesn’t seem to be involved in their roles. Most of the performances were so lackluster I kept thinking the switchboard at the studio must have blown out from all these actors phoning their performances in.
In fact the funniest line isn’t even in the film, it’s an outtake during the film’s credit roll, and that’s way too long to wait for a laugh.
Look, I like a good romantic comedy, but this one was far too cliché and annoyingly simple-minded for my tastes so that by the final reel “New Year’s Eve” made me wish the Mayans were right about their calendar.
“New Year’s Eve” gets an F and is rated PG-13
