Public intoxication is rarely advisable, except in the case of viewing this movie, that is. Being sauced to the gills is probably the only way to be able to sit through it. (The jokers responsible for this debacle obviously were.) Approaching this 190-proof concoction of ineptitude as a comedy will make it less painful, possibly even entertaining. What's most hilarious is how drunk with self-importance this movie is. Somebody was so ZUI (Z-movie-making-while-under-the-influence) that they actually believed it was exuding some artistic merit or conveying some deep message. Casting Tom Cruise was the first wrong ingredient. That should throw up an 86-cutoff warning right there. Expect the same old tired Cruise-movie story lines of women-swooning-over-him, he's a spoiled brat trying to "find himself" while throwing temper tantrums, etc etc ad nauseum. Also tossed in are a few additional shot-glasses-full of his co-stars' emo problems, a romance that's drier than the driest martini, an absurd bartender competition, and similar nonsense.
There's some nice background sets in the Caribbean, and a superior soundtrack score. But even the sweetest mixer tastes like acid when laced with something that's as bitterly foul-tasting as this script is. Too bad they didn't toss out Tom, the other lemons, and the stale dialog. Just film some scenes of the Beach Boys performing their music on a Jamaican beach. Throwing in random shots of guys drinking beer at the concert would have achieved the brilliant booze metaphor the film makers endeavored to inspire us with.
Ingest Cocktail responsibly: it's perfect for several rounds of unintentional laughs. But attempting to take this fiasco's backwashed bilge seriously can be mentally incapacitating, even when chugged down kamikaze style.
There's some nice background sets in the Caribbean, and a superior soundtrack score. But even the sweetest mixer tastes like acid when laced with something that's as bitterly foul-tasting as this script is. Too bad they didn't toss out Tom, the other lemons, and the stale dialog. Just film some scenes of the Beach Boys performing their music on a Jamaican beach. Throwing in random shots of guys drinking beer at the concert would have achieved the brilliant booze metaphor the film makers endeavored to inspire us with.
Ingest Cocktail responsibly: it's perfect for several rounds of unintentional laughs. But attempting to take this fiasco's backwashed bilge seriously can be mentally incapacitating, even when chugged down kamikaze style.