and pushed rewind after about 15 minutes. This time I forced myself to sit through the whole thing, but it was tough. Jon Favreau’s character just tries too hard, Vince Vaughn was was so gaunt and emaciated-looking when this was made and it’s hard not to want to feed him a sandwich, plus how many times can you listen to Guy A call Guy B or Action C “so money”?

This is a guy movie in the way that chick flicks are chick flicks. Men see nothing wrong with going out to a bar, picking up a pair of girls and not really caring who ends up hooking up with who, as long as some hooking up happens. And in the meantime these guys are so caught up in what they think the girls WANT to hear that I spent most of the money just wanting to tell them we’re much more impressed by who you are than who you’re not.

This would’ve been one star, but I like Vince Vaughn and Ron Livingston to give it an additional pity star.