Michael Moore's schtick gets in the way of a compelling message.
(This is true of most of his films)
Michael Moore's schtick gets in the way of a compelling message.
(This is true of most of his films)
What polished up piece of turd this is. There are superfolous subplots, Eric Stonestreet completely miscast and playing every fat stereotype in one role, characters that don't make any sense, twists you see coming a mile away even though THEY don't make any sense either.
It looks great, but then it opens its mouth and you just count the seconds until you can stop watching it.
Only Karl Urban and James Marsden are really trying.