JIm says:

Production conceived for Mister that Madam could perhaps like, The Bounty Hunter mixes a little anyhow fatty gags in lower part of the belt and chaes without prickly. The eternal concept that never functions where emptiness and wind are arranged around two popular actors.

Milo (Gerard Butler) is a bargain hunter who owes money to many people. What is not his joy to lear that to fill his next contract, he will have to put the hand on his ex-wife Nicole (Jennifer Aniston)! The latter, a famous journalist, does not have time to lose, because she inquires into a mysterious suicide. So only the two former lovers could get along quickly, because a multitude of people are looking for them, and not to only to tell them hello.

This type of plot, where two antagonists fight from the beginning to the end for better kissing before the fallen of the credits, always punctuated hundreds of Hollywood feature-length films since many decades. It is not thus a question of a suspense of learning that it will be also the case here. In the hands of a director like Holding Andy, who is on a downward slope (the very painful Fool’s Gold) after some business successes (the sweetened Sweet Home Alabama and Hitch), the classicism is with setting, which mean banal setting in punctuated scene of closes-up, a soundtrack which completely misses subtlety and a fitting of sequences sometimes without tail nor head, which does not respect any logic (a bullet perforated car which is not almost not thereafter, a telephone in water and which functions a few minutes later, etc).

These elements are, of course, only of vulgar development which, in the perfect world, would not even exist! Because without the presence of the two actors, the film would not have its raison d’être. However, it is thanks to its duet that it will draw the attention. It is necessary as to acknowledge as it is what functions best. Certainly not Jennifer Aniston, always irritating and without attraction. It is rather Gerald Butler who bursts the screen. Taking again a character not too distant from the one he defended in his precedent The Ugly Truth, he incarnates this large monkey without manner which grapeshot his entourage of despaired gags, and it is thanks to him that the spectator does not leave the room at the end of a few minutes. Nothing to receive a nomination at the Academy Awards, but completely in phase with the at the same time animal and charismatic icon that Mel Gibson could exert in the 80s.

Stupid and incoherent, The Bounty Hunter claims with anything else only with one light entertainment. A kind of bottom stages Mr. And Mrs. Smith, the unit is not as bad as it claims to be. There are even some rather funny situations which make laugh briskly. It is not however sufficient to spend s good moment. Another useless and functional test, not completely missed but nevertheless disappointing, which recalls, once again, that with the cinema, there is many kinds.