Gone, Baby, Gone

Bored, baby, bored. Ye Gods, what a predictable movie. I had the "mystery" solved within the first fifteen minutes, and I wasn't trying.

How disappointing. I just love Ed Harris and Morgan Freeman. If I'm not particularly liking a movie, they can usually save it for me. But, not this one. No. Nothing could have saved this movie. Not even a shirtless Paul Newman in his younger days.

You can always tell how bad a movie is by the number of "F" words that are scattered around, and this one outdid itself, made worse by thick Boston accents. Not since Goodwill Hunting have my virgin ears been assaulted by so much filth. Is it a coincidence that both movies were connected to Ben Affleck? I think not. Sometimes, a well-placed "FUCK!" is good for emphasis and clears the sinuses. But, writers with good vocabularies can find expletives that express their feelings in better ways, and provide variety to the dialogue.

This was supposed to the a breakout film for Ben Affleck's much better looking and more talented little brother, Casey. I'd call it more of a breakdown. Maybe his next movie will be better. Maybe he should seek out another mentor.

There's one thing I do know. Ben Affleck is no better as a writer/director than he is an actor. And, whatever he had on Morgan Freeman and Ed Harris to make them apear in this stinker, they should be even-steven, now.

That's all I have to say about this one.