Thing 1, Thing 2
Date Night is the story of Mr. and Mrs. Foster looking for a little excitement in their monotonous married life . And excitement is what they got! OH MY GOD!…. … Riddled with bullshit car chases, stupid celebrity cameos, and weak sentiment, this movie hardly met my expectations.
In fact, this movie blew hard. I actually saw this on a date! It was a rainy Friday afternoon, the perfect opportunity to show my woman I truly care and love to spend time with her alone. We both had a rough week and were looking for the perfect stimulus to start the weekend, blah blah blah… The problem with this movie holds the same problem as talking about my personal life: NO ONE CARES ABOUT BULLSHIT RELATIONSHIP PROBLEMS.
This movie tried way too hard to be significant and cute. The “married” couple painted themselves as troubled; upset with the day-to-day life of a married couple, constantly shooting each other stupid, “sad” looks that was supposed to shake the audience to the core. FALSE. Great cinematography, dickheads.
I went to this movie to be entertained, but instead all I was left with was a hell of a stomach ache from the popcorn-Bunch a Crunch-Sour Patch combo I shoveled into my body as to cope with this shithole of a movie.
Date Night is a formulaic comedy, one of those comedies that makes you want to throw rocks at the fucking projector to demonstrate your displeasure, ya know?! You can’t just throw two funny people in a movie and call it a success. No way! The funniest part of the movie were the out-takes, where you could see that Steve Carrell and Tiny Fey were actually funny. Instead they were robots, repeating lines from a stupid fucking screenplay.
Don’t see this movie.
