A note-perfect salute to the lazy, manipulative, middlebrow schmaltz we all know and cringe at. I think it’s a parody, but who knows? Now that Hollywood’s moved to a business model based on recycling, a flick like this may simply be the next logical step. Here’s to a showdown at next year’s Oscars between “Movie Title” and that Matt Damon opus about how the neocons lied us into war so that they could grab Saddam’s oil.
If you like those literalist versions of pop songs, brace yourself: In a world filled with mindless movie cliches, you will believe that an arrogant hotshot can take on “the machine” while finding love and learning to care for his developmentally disabled brother/cousin/friend.