Did You Hear About The Morgans?
Despite many opinions to the contrary, ‘Did You Hear About The Morgans?’ actually starts alright. It’s not down to the acting prowess or the even the story, but the writing is not bad, and although everything else seems a bit stilted and uncomfortable, I’m sure at least a portion of this was intentional. Not all, I’m certain, but maybe some.
When the recently separated Morgans of the title (Sarah Jessica Parker and Hugh Grant) witness a murder, they are sent to Wyoming as part of the witness protection programme with chaperones Mary Steenburgen and Sam Elliot keeping a watchful eye over them.
By the time you’re half an hour in, however, the film does start to grate on the senses. The briefly decent script falls sharply off the face of the planet and the deliberate messages of city dwellers forced to rough it with hick country folk that eat fried breakfasts and shoot animals for fun with big guns and sleep in absolute silence because of a lack of subways or police cars is already worn before the arrival of the huge bear that threatens to rip Hugh Grant’s arms off and eat his face for pudding. And by now, you are already rooting for the bear.
The major flaw here appears to be chemistry. Hugh Grant and Sarah Jessica Parker do not gel well. As an intermittent Hugh Grant fan (‘Four Weddings’, ‘Notting Hill’) this only confirms what I have known in my innards for quite some time.
Sarah Jessica Parker just cannot act. She seems to have difficulty imbibing any emotion into her character and even when she gets a shot at a decent line, it is delivered emotionlessly and with a complete absence of feeling, timing or anything remotely resembling talent.
Completely without any believable reason or common sense Paul (Grant) is desperate to get back together with his ex-wife and is continually buying her present and apologising for his indiscretions which were the reason for their initial separation. If I was him, I’d have had my Nikes on the minute I got the chance and all that you would have seen of me would have been my dust as I shot like cobra venom over the horizon.
In all, a shocking waste of time that will probably have you pulling out your fingernails for something to do. If I’d paid to watch it, I would have been doing something very English about now and writing a stern letter to the producers, instead of this half-hearted review. Generally awful and not much use to anyone apart from Parker, who has Sex & The City 2 coming out soon enough and this will give her enough column inches to last until she jumps on board yet another cash cow that she accidentally lucked into.
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