I went to see 'Ratatouille' yesterday, which means - yes, you guessed it: more previews of duds to come.The first trailer is for a movie called 'No Reservations' (
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0481141/). Starring Abigail Breslin ('Little Miss Sunshine'), Aaron Eckart, and Catherine Zeta-Jones in the role of a top chef whose life is upset when she gets custody of her niece. Now, I already know what you're thinking: tough-as-nails adult has to take care of cutesy kid; hasn't that been done to death five times over? Well yes, it has. But this is
totally different, because she's a CHEF! You know, like on Emeril and the Iron chef and Hell's Kitchen and those countless other cooking shows that are all the rage right now and that cause people to rush out and spend $40,000 to redesign their gourmet kitchen with all the neat stuff they saw in magazines, only so they can heat up pop tarts in the microwave...
and go see movies like 'No Reservations' that make them feel like they're also great chefs by osmosis.
The point is, the movie feels like crass pandering. It's a warmed-over paint-by-numbers plot served on a bed of trend-du- jour. There seems to be absolutely no justification for making CZJ's character a chef, unless it's to tack on some hastily- drawn metaphor about food as personal growth - but the trailer didn't give any indication of that. It did, however, show plenty of shots of CZJ whipping up masterpieces in the kitchen while caught in the throes of feverish inspiration, with close-ups of exotic dishes people love to flip through in magazines.
I'm predicting mediocre box office sales.
Our last little gem (only two previews, the rest were Pixar shorts) is the ominously titled 'Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium' (
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0457419/). Starring Dustin Hoffman as a kind of septuagenarian Willy Wonka who bequeaths his magical toy store to Natalie Portman.
This is 'Toys' all over again, folks, but no one's learned *** from that former disaster. During the whole trailer I stared in disbelief with my mouth open at the magical whimsy, the child-like wonderment and the fairy-dust sprinkled across the screen that all spell F-L-O-P. The title alone is like a Hollywood inside joke, but no one seems to get it.
I'm going to stop blinking altogether when it comes out so I don't miss one instant of this spectacular train wreck. I may be wrong, perhaps the trailer does not do the film justice, but you be the judge:
http://www.worstpreviews.com/trailer.php?id=534&item=1jaybee