1.5 stars. A film with as much magic as Jeremy Kyle vomiting into a manilla folder; as much excitement as a race between an asthma inhaler and a dish cloth; and about as much charm as a juvenile delinquent painting roadkill with tippex. Nic is uncharacteristically uncharismatic here and the whole thing stinks of two day old sweat. Unedifying, but also pretty boring.
Despite its negative reputation, it’s not a terrible film, just a redundant one; aside from a brave ending, it has little else of worth except a solidly made 90 minutes to kill time with. Nicolas Cage being dumbfounded by a baby elephant is hilarious though; they can apparently help you off heroin too if one sequence is read that way.