I’m not quite sure what’s going on here. Flypaper seems like it should be a good, goofily fun movie. But the pieces are so goddamn nutty, that I don’t know what the hell is going on. It’s got some great cast members — Tim Blake Nelson, Jeffrey Tambor, and Pruitt Taylor Vince. Then it’s got some wild-ass x-factors — Patrick Dempsey, Ashley Judd, Mekhi Phifer. It’s directed by Rob Minkoff, who directed The Lion King. Oh, he also directed both Stuart Little movies and Haunted Mansion. Someone, please, explain this combination to me.
The plot is moderately amusing:
A man caught in the middle of two simultaneous robberies at the same bank desperately tries to protect the teller with whom he’s secretly in love.
The trailer isn’t bad, either. It’s chock full of madcap, and has some amusing moments, but it never really got me. It’s one of the few times I haven’t wanted to punch Dempsey in that big-ass chin of his. Or big ass-chin. Whatever.
Fuck it, watch it and you tell me: