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| Directed by Jeff Franklin; Starring French Stewart, Bridgette Wilson, Bill Bellamy, Tyra Banks, Steve Hytner, Jason Bateman, and Tiffany Amber-Thiessen |
I’ve been through some really bad comedies this year, but this is easily one of the worst. Sure it was a step up from the headache Detroit Rock City, as well as the hideously awful Lost & Found, but still Love Stinks is about as unfunny as a comedy can get.
One thing that is important about making a comedy is to get a group of actors and actresses that can actually evoke the feelings that you are meant to have for them. That is why actors like Adam Sandler, Chris Farley, and David Spade so often do poor films, the average film viewer cannot have any feelings for the characters to where what they do can be funny. An actor that I was not too knowledgeable of was French Stewart. He has an American television series (3rd Rock from the Sun) that I have never really watched. Therefore I was not really sure whether the actor I was about to see projected would be a Ben Stiller or a Dana Carvey. After seeing Love Stinks, I’d lean towards the latter.
The film is about all the problems that arrive when everyman Seth (Stewart) gets in a relationship with a possessive gold-digger (Wilson). When he makes the mistake of hinting that he might engage her, his life begins to spiral downwards. The television sitcom that he writes for begins to lag in originality and ratings, the home and lively hood he has come to adore begins to be threatened, and his friends (Banks and Bellamy) even begin to lose a grasp on their marriage, all thanks to her.
The film is nearly laugh free. The only time that I actually laughed to my recollection is near the end, and it was not really that funny. Stewart, Banks, Bellamy, Wilson, et al. are all terrible actors and could not deliver a line if their lives depended on it. The direction is by the book and the writing is as sophomoric as Almost Heroes. An all and all bad time and boring sit in the theatre. I really hate to write anything that might sound like a pretentious blurb, so I shall not make any remark on a comparison of the film and its worth.
