Review of Three to Tango (1999) by Tonypolito — 09 Oct 2010
Less substance than chicken broth.
Matthew Perry's pretending to be gay to get a job, but he's really not. Tee-hee.
Just imagine the trite, tepid gags that can be wrung out of that smelly old dishcloth - and you've successfully imagined about 98% of the plot.
To have any chance at box office rake, the film was directed into more the eye-candy vehicle where viewers can ogle a scantily clad Neve Campbell, barely covered by Mr. Bubble in the tub, prancing about in nearly-sprayed-on undergarments, and the like.
All that so viewers can spend 90 minutes of their valuable time empathizing with Perry - who can't have her anymore than the viewers can. It all plays out like a second-rate "Some Like it Hot" scenario.
And it's a total waste of Campbell's acting ability to boot. Or is that 'to booty?'.
RECOMMENDATION: Viewers should instead queue up "When Will I Be Loved," a smart, lesser-known film within which Campbell's true acting talent, rather than her derriere, is on full display.
This review of Three to Tango (1999) was written by Tonypolito on 09 Oct 2010.
Three to Tango has generally received mixed reviews.
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