Fool's Gold

There's no question Matthew McConaughey and Kate Hudson have chemistry, they just don't display same in Fool's Gold. Individually they have some strong work on their resume. Take McConaughey in Sahara, an amusing actioner not to mention the all time classic Dazed and Confused, and Kate Hudson in Almost Famous, a role that propelled her career as strongly as the boost Ellen Page got from Juno. Only they aren't the kind of talent that can save a turkey, think Alex and Emma.
Fool's Gold sits lower on the lame movie totem pole than such recent flatliners as Mad Money or 27 Dresses. I've heard others call Fool's Gold Romancing the Stoner as if it even rated enough smarts to be compared to that uncalled for 80s success.
McConaughey and Hudson play a couple about to divorce. Living in a tropical paradise (Caribbean, no pirates, some buried treasure) has kept their marriage afloat but the honeymoon comes to an end when McConaughey sinks their boat while diving in crystal blue waters searching for, you guessed it, fool's gold. Hudson works on Donald Sutherland obscenely large boat, and Sutherland's daughter (Alexis Dziena) is a spoiled brat who nonetheless provides some semblance of sex appeal that's broadly missing from the rest of the film.
What makes the whole thing so bad is that it could have been so much better. A side plot has McConaughey dealing with thugs with the promise of violence. But when a henchman finally dies the moment seems too comic to take seriously. Fool's Gold wastes the talent of Ray Winstone making the audience think he might be a foil to McConaughey. So Andy Tennant directs the movie like it's supposed to be an Into the Blue (Paul Walker and Jessica Alba) skin diving style thriller only it's not, and the jokes aren't funny. Perhaps the most confounding aspect was the preview audience eating it up like a sugar free Valentine's cupcake.