Sweetie had wanted to see this in the theaters last year, but we didn't, so we caught it on cable. No great loss -- saved 14 bucks.
If you know your mediocre genre comedy at all, you could map this one out without ever seeing a frame of film. Middle-aged buddies dealing with life's hassles try to get their groove back. Add a sorta-bad gang headed up by Ray Liotta, a gay cop, and a love interest for the shy divorced guy, and you've got yourselves a movie!
I'll bet that this flick was pitched as "City Slickers on motorcycles." They probably spent more time negotiating the product placement deals than writing the script.
But you do have solid chemistry among the cast, and a well-chosen soundtrack. The bull slapping scene is hysterical, and William H. Macy easily steals the show from his co-stars. The rampant homophobia was cringe-worthy, but honestly -- in a film like this, do you expect anything else. Sad, but true.
Nothing new, but it's better than a documentary on shoes.
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