Oh Look, Two Agents Are Getting Fired: Nick Frost and Rashida Jones in Cuban Fury
In any case, there's a film with that inauspicious title. Nick Frost and Rashida Jones. Excellent, totally on board. Now read this plot description:
So it is that 22 years later, an adult Bruce Garrett (Nick Frost) finds himself out-of-shape and unloved - trapped in a downward spiral of self-pity and repression. Only Julia (Rashida Jones), his smart, funny, gorgeous, new American boss gives him reason to live. But she's untouchable. Out of his league, so he imagines, with her perfect smile and perfect life. Unknown to Bruce however, Julia has issues all of her own. Luckily for him, she also has a secret passion... Then there's Drew (Chris O'Dowd), his alpha male colleague and horny king-monkey of the office. With Drew making no secret of his desire to get (his words) "all up inside Julia," Bruce is forced into action...
And thus, Bruce is once again brought face-to-face with the darkest and most powerful of his inner demons. Somehow, someway, and with a lot of handholding from loyal sister Sam (Olivia Colman) Bruce must learn how to unshackle his dancing beast, regain his long lost fury and claim the love of his life... and he's going to do it all On The Dance Floor...
Replace Nick Frost with Kevin James and we wouldn't even blink. This would be the worst movie of the year and we would all know it. Add Nick Frost and it's not like we get excited, but we get deeply confused. This film looks all kinds of terrible. The very idea of this film looks terrible. And yet we want Nick Frost to succeed so much that we dare hope that this will be better than it looks. I hate to break it to you though. It won't be. It will probably be worse. Remember Run Fatboy Run? Taking the other half of Edgar Wright's dream team and making Dance Fatboy Dance does not seem to be an improvement.
And yet here is one of several video blogs that Frost has made during the filming:
And therein lies the tragic confusion of this film. Absolutely nothing about this film makes me want to see it other than the people involved. I would watch Nick Frost wandering around for two hours prattling without a script. Why do they have to go and give him a script that sounds like a Happy Madison reject?