"Tries to be poignant & intraspective, only ends up depressing."
The first thing any movie needs to make itself worth watching is a believable premise. Start with an idea that requires suspension of disbelief and you're asking a lot of the faithful viewer. This movie's premise relies upon a duo of mystical magical Spanish garbage collectors who can send you back in time. O....kay.Though things do get more believable, they don't necessarily get much better.
Problem one: casting. There's a few good players in this film, for example the luminous Elizabeth McGovern, the stunning Penenlope Cruz and the amusing Charlotte Coleman, but they're both in support roles and only serve to demonstrate how bland Doug Henshall and Lena Headey are up front. And let's not even talk about chrome domed Mark Strong, who as an actor makes a good plumber.
The story - man loses woman he loves because he's a cheating sod. Man mopes around like a toad for many months and his ex goes and gets the hook-up with someone else. Man meets mystical garbologists, finds himself back in time with the chance to make things right.
But wait! Is man just a little too stupid to make thngs work? Or is his woman a cheating wench just waiting to happen? Who is this gorgeous Mexican and why is she interested in turd-boy? Why is Elizabeth McGovern tending bar and handing out red umbrellas? What does all this mean? Is true love impossible? Are we all destined to fail? Is every human being an absolute bastard? Or is it just that these people are arseholes?
And whatever the answer is, why are we being depressed when we came to see a romantic comedy?These and more questions will not be answered when you waste seven bucks on this flick. You'll just get all pissy and end up taking it out on me, because I didn't tell you loud enough that it's a stinky flick. So make no mistake, I'm awaiting your wrath. Bastard.