“Leap Year,” the romantic comedy set in Ireland starring Amy Adams and Matthew Goode that comes on Friday, is getting slated by critics. The story of a woman (Adams) who comes to Ireland to lure her boyfriend (Goode) into marrying her is drawing hoots and catcalls from the critics and a massive thumb down.
Here are some samples of the negative press the move has received
The normally reliable Amy Adams makes a rare misstep in this lackluster romantic comedy. She plays a controlling Boston yuppie who travels to Ireland to propose to her beau on February 29 (inspired by an Irish tradition in which women can pop the question on a leap year). But after some bad luck strands her on the other side of the country, she pays a cash-starved innkeeper (Matthew Goode) to drive her to Dublin and - spoiler alert! - falls for him. Despite some nice turns at the end, the flick suffers from too many cheap laughs and zero spark between the stars.
Leap Year is the kind of movie that shows up weekly, if not daily, on the Lifetime, WE, and Hallmark channels.
Apparently, the public has an insatiable appetite for unfunny romantic comedies about opposites, who attract after first repelling each other. And, apparently, Hollywood has a bottomless pit of this drivel from which to feed that gaping, witless maw -- with films like "27 Dresses," "The Ugly Truth," "New in Town" - and now this film.
Women of the world -- unite against brain-dead chick flicks.
Written by the dread team of Deborah Kaplan and Harry Elfont (authors of such classics as "Made of Honor," "Josie and the Pussycats," and "The Flintstones in Viva Rock Vegas"), "Leap Year" (opening Friday 1/8/10) stars Amy Adams as Anna, a control freak from Boston who, in the early scenes, is disappointed when her drippy doctor boyfriend (Adam Scott) fails to propose marriage at a ripe moment.
There is one moment of hope in "Leap Year," and it comes near the end of the movie, after the idiot lead character, Anna (Amy Adams) faces a severe disappointment in a small Irish town, then high-tails it to a jagged cliff. It’s here that hope finally arises that Anna will come to her senses and live up to the title by taking a header off the cliff in an effort to atone for her sins of being the stupidest idiot alive and leading the audience through 90 minutes of her drudgery-inducing hunt for someone, anyone — maybe even any thing — to marry her.
This woman is so obsessed with marriage, she’ll go anywhere and spend any amount of money in order to get it. This is because she’s all too aware of the Wikipedia-backed facts that marriage provides instant happiness to people who hate themselves and that if you’re a woman and you’re not married that means you’re ugly, because all the pretty girls know how to land themselves a man. Anna, though, is determined to prove that her ugliness is only of the inner variety, and that she boasts enough of a pleasing facade to trick some poor sap into signing his life away and suffering at her whiny, narcissistic, vehicle-destroying side.
While watching "Leap Year," I swear I could hear the Irish countryside quietly weeping as it witnessed Goode and Adams slog through the film's succession of trite misadventures, the talented actors straining in vain to manufacture some semblance of romantic chemistry as an assortment of jolly Waking Ned Devine types futilely spurred them on. Oh, if only Greenpeace could have intervened and put a halt to such wanton environmental desecration. It's the worst thing to come out of Ireland since The Cranberries.