The Trip

Q: What’s the movie about?

A: A possible documentary or improvised comedy about a food tour of Northern England that comedian Steve Coogan (Steve Coogan) goes on with comedian Rob Brydon (Rob Brydon), because in this, they're not just comedians, they're also food critics.

Q: Who’s in the movie?

A: Steve Coogan, Rob Brydon, Claire Keelan, Margo Stilley, Rebecca Johnson, Dolya Gavanski, Kerry Shale, with cameos by Paul Popplewell and Ben Stiller

Q: Is this movie worth the price of admission?

A: Proceed with Caution. The dynamics between Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon are so pure, that you feel like a fly on the wall of their strange friendship. But it is repetitive and has no story.

Q: Will this movie make me laugh?

A: I just found out that this movie was based on a British TV series of the same name, with the same actors. That's mostly funny because Steve Coogan, who plays himself, spends most of the movie turning down TV acting jobs because he only wants to do films!

Q: Will this movie make me cry?

A: Yes, if you go on an empty stomach, you will cry at the fact that they are on a culinary tour of England's best cuisine, and you are hungry.

Q: Will this movie be up for any awards?

A: Most Scallops. They are served platter after delicious looking platter of seared scallops. At first, you become pretty sure that you will go eat some just like that as soon as this movie is over. But by the end, you're so sick of looking at scallops, and you will decide to eat pretty much anything else instead.

Q: How is the Acting?

A: These guys do impressions. Then they do more impressions. As impressive as their impressions are, I really hate impressions.

Q: How is the Directing?

A: Michael Winterbottom pulls off the feeling that you are watching a documentary better than any of the other fake documentaries I've seen this week. And I've seen three. Yeah, because something you may not know about me, is that I see about twice as many movies as I write about-- which I realize makes me officially insane, all while proving that I have virtually no life.

Q: How is the story/script?

A: No way! This movie has a script? I'd have to see that to believe it.

Q: Where can I see the trailer?

A: The Trip Trailer

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88 Minutes

(Guest Review by Russ)


Q: What’s the movie about?

A: The life of a successful forensic psychiatrist/professor (Al Pacino) is put in jeopardy by a serial killer he helped to convict.

Q: Who’s in the movie?

A: Al Pacino, Alicia Witt, Leelee Sobieski, Amy Brenneman, William Forsythe, Deborah Kara Unger, Benjamin McKenzie, Neal McDonough

Q: Is this movie worth the price of admission?

A: Stop! The serial-killer movie is long past its expiration date. If this one succeeds in killing the genre for a while, then that will at least be one reason in its favor for having been made. Beyond that, there’s not much else.

Q: Will this movie make me laugh?

A: Absolutely. Al Pacino’s hair will put a perpetual smile on your face. And when wind blows through it, you will laugh.

Q: Will this movie make me cry?

A: Not so much.

Q: Will this movie be up for any awards?

A: Next question.

Q: How is the Acting?

A: This cast doesn't fare well with the hammy dialogue and ridiculous plot turns that make little, if any sense. Amy Brenneman wins the award for embarrassing herself the least, though.

Q: How is the Directing?

A: Completely competent and professional and the movie looks good within its Seattle locale. But that makes up for zero when it comes to trying to decipher the plot and keep track of all the suspects. Which, at some point probably adds up to about 10-- we're only human! We can only handle so much information in our sub-alien brains.

Q: How is the story/script?

A: Did I mention that the plot makes no sense? Oh, and did I get a chance to tell you about the dialogue? Well here’s a sample from when Al Pacino’s character is told he has “88 minutes to live, tick-tock doc.” From that point, it feels like about 588 minutes before those 88 minutes are finally up. That’s not a good thing.

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