Review of The Whole Ten Yards (2004) by Jonathan Foreman for New York Post — 08 Jan 2008
Bereft of inspiration, the agonizingly witless screenplay - blamed by the credits on George Gallo - resorts to pathetic cheap jokes about flatulence and impotence, lame slapstick and that juvenile gag about the horror of two men waking up naked in the same bed.
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This review of The Whole Ten Yards (2004) was written by Jonathan Foreman and published by New York Post on 08 Jan 2008.
The Whole Ten Yards has generally received mixed reviews.
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