Finally, as Darth Vader would say, the circle is complete. The opening, and eventual bombing, of this film marks the occasion when the last remaining star of the Friends series got a film, and that, too, turns out to an absolute waste of time.
Earlier experiments like 'Fools Rush In' starring Matthew Perry really bombed. And let me tell you, when even Salma Hayek can't save a movie (at least in the men's eyes), you know you've got problems!
You'd think that when the studios saw the revenue pouring in like this, they wouldn't have opted to go ahead and give the only remaining cast member, Lisa Kudrow (Romy), her own movie as well. Well, what do you know, they did it anyway. Unfortunately for the audience, however, the film she was given was this waste of celluloid.
I'll admit right now that there was approximately four times in the film when I thought things were actually funny. But every other sound I made during the proceedings was either sighs or chuckles because someone else was laughing.
The story is all about two rich bimbos who end up in Vegas looking for their Mr. Perfects. And where it pains is that, after having a hell of an adventure there, they even succeed. That is about all that can be said about the script, apart from a roller-coaster ride on sub-plots.
This film tries so hard to be hip and Gen X that it really begins to grate on you after a while. For example, how often can you make the same jokes about the 80s in one movie before they become tiresome? In nearly every flashback, the audience is meant to find the clothes the two girls wear funny (I'm sure of this because the clothes are exaggerated even by the eighties' standards), and it works - the first time. But God, just let it die after that. Every time we see them wearing "wacky eighties clothes" again, we realize that they are just trying to milk this joke for all it's worth.
Another major problem I had with this one was Mira Sorvino (Michele). She's been on several talk shows recently doing publicity for the film, and all the hosts do is tell her how great she was. If I had her as a guest on a show, you know what I'd ask her? I'd say, "How did you manage to both turn in a mediocre performance and create the worst accent (or whatever that was supposed to be) ever heard by the movie-going public?" I don't know, maybe I am being a trite harsh. I guess there are maybe one or two accents in history that could be worse than hers, and it isn't likely.
As for the only high points in the film, you guessed it, it's every scene with Janeane Garofalo. She is drop-dead hilarious, and her delivery is so perfect that you can really believe she is the hard-nosed bitch she's portraying.
So, to sum it up: Romy and Michele = Bad, Janeane Garofalo = Funny. Too bad the
two couldn't have been equivalent.