Part of the joke here is that the two stars might just be a little bit knackered...past it. But this gag ends up functioning on more than one level, particularly with Clooney, pathos subsuming the bathos.
There are times (an extended Croatian wedding sequence, for example) where the grunts seem to emanate less from sciatica than all the straining to be funny.
Then’s there’s the stream of highly-editable, hit and miss dialogue, accompanied by a score that’s pretty much genre-specific and/or generic.
Anyway, certainly more entertaining to watch than Wolves, a Premier League team from an English town in the Midlands, which famously lacks the latent likeability of Pitt and Clooney.
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