The Bounty Hunter
[Drool]
Hot even when beating up other men
The haters can suck it. Here are five compelling reasons to see The Bounty Hunter:
- Gerard Butler
- Gerard Butler in a wet t-shirt
- Gerard Butler shirtless
- Gerard Butler in a towel
- Gerard Butler running, and running, and running…
In the latter category, I should add, Gerard Butler gives Daniel Craig a run (ha!) for his money. Seriously, ladies (and gents), it’s so freakin’ worth your seven bucks. Five whole minutes of Gerard Butler’s naked torso.
[Homer-Simpson-style drooling ensues] Gaaaaaaaaallllllllgggggggggggggh.
As for the Aniston, she is also funny and (I’m guessing) hot. So what the hell is there to complain about? The movie trots along at a good pace; the leads have great chemistry and great outfits; there’s a strong supporting cast (props to Jason Sudeikis as the pathetic co-worker and Siobhan Fallon in another fantastically funny secretary role — someone give this lady a lead already!). Check, check, and check.
Some critics have complained that the romance between the two main characters isn’t adequately “explained.” Um, when is it ever? But a) these heathens aren’t acknowledging the strong influence of His Girl Friday — a lady reporter who just can’t give up the story, even to save her marriage? Her doomed romance with an equally-driven egomaniac? C’mon, it’s classic! And b) the movie makes a point to describe the lovers’ relationship as the kind that drives each party crazy — I guess these movie critics have never been “crazy in love.” Their loss. Also, most of them are men, which explains why they think Gerard Butler’s appeal needs any rational explanation.
No, it’s not as action-y as an action flick, but the car chases and investigative angle make it a little more sprightly than last year’s The Ugly Truth (another shirtless Gerard Butler vehicle). And, except for these uptight critic dudes, I can’t believe that guys won’t get a little bit of pleasure out of watching Butler’s semi-reconstructed caveman antics.
So go see it for date night. Enoy the ride, and fantasize about whichever of the leads does it for you. And critics, STFU. If you’re too dumb to know there’s no such thing as a new story, maybe you should stop whining like little girls and haul your sorry asses back to film school.