"What Happens in Vegas"
An overused cliché becomes the title of an overbearing, overwrought, over-my-dead-body should you see it movie called “What Happens in Vegas.” I can’t decide who’s worse: Ashton Kutcher, yelling his lines as yet another Peter Pan type named Jack, or Cameron Diaz, flouncing about like a second banana on a third-rate sitcom as Joy. She’s named Joy but she’s serious and uptight, isn’t that a hoot? She gets dumped, he gets fired, and they meet each other in Sin City.
They get drunk, they exchange vows, they win big at the slots, they sober up and hate each other—but they have to stay married for six months, per court order and plot contrivance.
What’s with all the yelling of the lines? Adding exclamation points doesn’t make it funnier. Queen Latifah plays a marriage counselor with all the conviction of someone playing a role on a sketch TV show.
One of the countless problems here is the setup. All they have to do is agree to split the $3 million and go their separate ways. The court ruling wouldn’t make sense in a cartoon, let alone a romantic comedy. Also, the screenplay is awful, the direction is bland and the performances are beyond redemption. This is the kind of movie where everyone in the bar cheers for the principals for no earthly reason. I can just see Kutcher and Diaz on the promo circuit, talking about all the fun they had making this film. They should have to sit through it.