Random Hearts
I was fooled by this one to Nth degree and my stomach still revolts every time I think about it. I still don't understand what the hell happened with this flick. I loved the book, it had Sydney Pollack directing and it starred Harrison Ford and Kristen Scott Thomas. Indiana Jones for cripes sake! It should have been a great movie. But you know what they say about something that looks good on paper...
In reality it's a steaming pile of rhinoceros crud.
"He'll stop at nothing to find the truth." This is the big tagline. Hint: He stopped on page one and didn't get off his lazy ass. Billed as a thriller, the action never starts. I was tempted to hammer nails into my arms just to get something going.
Harrison and Kristen have all the spark of bread pudding and the love scenes between them are like watching two praying mantises hump on Animal Planet, awkward and creepy. And she doesn't even devour him afterwards to complete the twisted cycle and give this film some action.
Honestly, these two were so bad, they made Edward from Twilight look like an accomplished thespian. There wasn't much helping the script either. The writing had all the depth of a Jersey Shore episode and the dialogue could be marketed as a sleep aid. I left the theater feeling like I'd been fucked over more times than Charlie Sheen's ex-wives.
