When you have very good actors with a very descent story you should be able to come up with an acceptable movie that people will enjoy, unfortunately that didn't happen here. With the acting talents of Woody Allen, Scarlett Johansson, and Hugh Jackman this film should have been able to hold my attention for the hour and a half that it played. But the story dragged so slow that the movie felt like it was going on forever. On his way down the river Styx, a dead reporter gets information from a serial killer's victim what his identity is, he then passes it on to an ambitious student reporter who tries to break the story to the world. Some of the jokes that are used here are so old that they are so stale they're growing strong mold spores for penicillin. After this disaster Jackman needs to stay in the action genre where he fits in with the rough characters like in X-Men and Van Helsing. Some of the jokes that Allen uses through out the film are repeatedly repeated and become so annoying you just want to stick a gun in your mouth and pull the trigger.
The movie is more than just a waste of time, it's a waste of life force and you end up feeling emotionally and physically drained by the end. All I can truthfully say is that if you rent this film and watch it you too shall be sucked into the vortex of failed movies and the fans that follow those movies. There is only one bright point in the whole film and that's when Johansson puts on a well-fitted red bathing suit. After that you could stop the movie because after she puts on her robe the film goes down from there.
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