Whatever possessed Uma Thurman to act and PRODUCE this film is beyond me. Seeing her in this soulless, cold bit of product makes me wince and reminisce for a Uma in a Tarantino film.
How anybody saw this film through is a mystery. Take the set up, a stuck up radio talk show host, lets call her 'Uma', presents a popular chat program centred around putting sense into love. Lets not forget she's about to get married to a sensible British chap, we’ll call him 'Colin Firth'. In one of her routine calls she convinces a nervous bride-to-be to pull out of her wedding to unpredictable, childish, fun loving, fire-fighter fiancé, lets call him ‘Mumbles and Grumbles’.
Due to Uma’s interference, Mumbles is dumped and has his heart broken. Uma then becomes his object of annoyance, not hatred, hatred would have been interesting. And with the help of the child computer wiz downstairs (whose window ‘Mumbles and Grumbles’ climbs through whenever he takes the fancy?!) he electronically marries Uma. This puts a spanner in the works of Uma’s marriage to Colin Firth. So Uma tracks down Mumbles and Grumbles to get him to sign the annulment papers… I’ll stop there.
Imagine for a moment how the story pans out. Are you thinking of various hilarious situations leading to a bubbling yet unstoppable attraction between our opposites? Even a little bit of a tear jerker as our leading lady is forced to choose between her head and her heart? Stop. Well done, you just thought of a better film that what the rest of this pile has to offer. Even if you thought of nothing at all, it is bloody Shakespeare compared to the rest of this rubbish.
‘The Accidential Husband’ is in every possible way bad. Everything was wrong: wrong script, wrong casting, wrong acting, wrong directing, wrong choice of music; even the God dam it projectionist was wrong, forgetting to put on the gate thingy so the boom mic was bouncing in and out of every other shot.
The three credited female writers seem to be rookies, and trust me I’m all for rookies but it doesn’t take a seasoned veteran to see that everything in this film is forced and contrived. The actors are left without a leg to stand on having to inject some sort of life into these un-likeable, unrealistic characters.
The direction, by Griffen Dunne, is completely misjudged. Thurman overplays her part and Jeffery Dean Morgan both underplays and overplays in different scenes. Poor old Colin Firth seems to have resigned himself to ‘Rom-Com’ hell. It’s a check I suppose.
Although director Dunne has not had the best track record in the field, his ‘highlight’ being the 1998 Nicole Kidman, Sandra Bullock stinker, Practical Magic; he has however had one film golden moment, you may remember him as the lead in Scoresse’s wonderful ‘After Hours’.
To wrap up I believe that I was not the only person in the cinema who didn’t like this film. I don't intend to be cruel, but there was a mentally disabled girl in front of me who started shaking her head in disgust halfway through. I'm not joking.
Not even 1/5
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