In the zone not

If 27 Dresses had one of its stars hosting Saturday Night Live you wouldn't want lead Katherine Heigl or the hottie Canadian actress Malin Akerman who plays her sis or their mutual love interest Edward Burns but rather the film's second bananas James Marsden and Judy Greer.  27 Dresses exist in a kind of fantasy world where money is no object (working girl Heigl tells a cab driver she'll give him $300 to wait?) and laughs are cheap. It's the kind of film where you await the return of support staff Marsden and Greer just because their characters would provide better grist for this run of the mill romance.

Heigl has a worthwhile hobby, being a bridesmaid not for hire but because she evidently likes putting on dresses. This gives the film a sense of fashion (aside from the weird frontal swipe that is Burns' hair) to go with its better than average feel  for locations in New York City. Only Heigl's character displays so many compulsive ticks that you wonder why she would be a worthy romantic interest anyway; at least Marsden's laid back and Greer's a witty smartass.

27 Dresses insists on insulting any audience not weaned on television sit-coms. In one scene the actress with no tits tells the actress with tits that she has no tits Did anybody even read the script?

Same problem with The Bucket List, occasional sparkling acting and production values behind a story nobody cares about much less trusts. This is not a ghost story or a horror movie where you suspend your belief, but rather two septuagenarians with cancer deciding to spend their last months jet-setting around the world's greatest views: Everest, Taj Mahal, the Great Pyramids. 

Not oddly the distant locales look great on the big screen and less demanding audiences, especially neglected older viewers, will enjoy watching Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson chew on scenery in different continents.