Hot Tub Time Machine.
After Lou tries to kill himself, his friends Adam and Nick, accompanied by Adam’s nephew, Jacob, take him to the ski resort where they used to stay when they were younger. They all have problems of one sort or another. Lou can’t grow up; Adam latest relationship has failed; and Nick’s wife is cheating on him. The boys get drunk in the hot tub at the hotel, and with a little help from some illegal Russian energy drink, they wake up the next morning to find that it’s 1986 and that to everyone else, they look as they did in their twenties.
It’s instantly decided that the only way to get back to 2010 is to do exactly what they did on that particular holiday. This means that Lou has to get beaten up; Adam has to break up with his girlfriend and get stabbed with a fork; and Nick has to have sex with some girl, which he agonises over even although in 1986 he wasn’t married. Meanwhile, Jacob learns the mystery of his paternity – Lou is his father. Lou starts using his knowledge of the future to his advantage (although that doesn’t quite work); Adam meets a reporter who’s more his type that his vapid girlfriend; Nick phones his future wife, who’s only nine, and roundly abuses her for cheating on him.
Once the hot tub has been repaired, Lou announces he’s not going back. Nick decides to stay as well, but Lou throws him into the tub and when they get back to the hotel, there’s a DVD waiting. Lou is now rich and successful, having used his knowledge of the future. The reporter is at home when Adam gets back. Nick is about to go ballistic on his wife when she reveals that someone phoned her when she was nine, which put her off being unfaithful.
As a comedy, this is fairly weak stuff which you probably need to see at the cinema with some mates after you’ve got a bit tanked. It was really a teen or twentysomething film about middle-aged people going back in time to when they were the movie’s target demographic, but for those of us who lived through the 80s and are the same age group as the older protagonists, it didn’t resonate. Our film would be one of trying to change the past, finding that we couldn’t, and accepting that we achieve little by regretting what happened. We can, instead, only change our present.
The Bounty Hunter.
An American trope film. This is yet another of those films in which Mr and Mrs Ex-Spouse are thrown together and find that the spark of love is still there. I wonder if these sorts of films are made by Catholics, whereas the ones in which the ex-husband is part of the wife’s posse, forever hanging around at her place, are made by Protestants. Well, there’s my whimsical thought for the day.
And is Jennifer Aniston ever going to stop playing Rachel?