Damnit, Natalie Portman. We were getting along so well! You were making some interesting movies, you apparently have an excellent turn in the upcoming Black Swan, and you’d even branched out into Marvel territory, starring in Thor in the summer of 2011. We’d put some of your poorer choices behind us. We were doing so well!
And now this? A lame, predictable Ashton Kutcher romantic comedy directed by Ivan Reitman on a downswing that’s landed him at the bottom of the comedic well? And it looks exactly like the sort of movie the title — which has been downgraded from Fuck Buddies and Friends with Benefits to No Strings Attached — befits. Kutcher? Really?
You’re better than that. Ass boils are better than that.
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