This is the type of movie that when you are cleaning the house on a Sunday afternoon and it comes on you might sit and watch for a few minutes and that about sums it up. The story is impossible, but the truly bothering part of this movie is Matthew Perry's lack of ablilty to remember where his hands were for each shot. One second they are in his lap and the next camera angle, they are on his hips, and it happens throughout the entire film. This isn't something that I even notice, and I am a HUGE fan of FRIENDS and his part played on FRIENDS (which, in this movie, they should have just called him Chandler). The continuity department fails us, but worse of Perry fails us with his "Chandler falls down again and again" performance.
Review of The Whole Nine Yards
