Summary: Again, the ladies out there might disagree. I honestly didn’t enjoy anything about this film. I’m afraid that there might be too much action to keep the ladies involved as well. I don’t see this one going very far. The idea appears to be simply to give us some good looking people to stare at and hope we won’t notice the lack of an actual movie to look at. I had to watch this movie once. “I promise. I promise I won’t do it again.
Excerpt: Milo (Gerard Butler) and Nicole (Jennifer Aniston) sure are lucky. They’re ex-husband and wife, Milo now a bounty hunter paid to bring in Nicole for a failure to appear, but they are also being chased by bookies and some villains out to cover-up a suicide. That’s a lot to deal with, but it so happens during a chase, they come across the Cupid Cabin, their honeymoon spot. Could their slowly rekindling relationship take a turn for the better here?
Conclusion: I feel wronged right now. I captured and scolded a horrible criminal, yet not only am I not collecting a few thousand dollars, the wrongdoer is still going to be released upon the public. Sure, it's unrealistic to think Sony would bury every existing copy of 'The Bounty Hunter,' but they probably should have at least considered it. That should sum up my feelings on this film.
Conclusion: Lame. What else is there to say? The Bounty Hunter is a perfect example of a good idea gone sour. The direction and pacing are sluggish, the lead actors lack spunk and spirit, the laughs are stale, the action is insipid, and the movie is a good 20 minutes too long. Everything the movie got right exists only on paper rather than celluloid: a good idea and two quality actors in an Action/Romance/Comedy hybrid. What could possibly go wrong?
Excerpt: Milo Boyd, a down-on-his-luck bounty hunter, gets his dream job when he is assigned to track down his bail-jumping ex-wife, reporter Nicole Hurly. He thinks all that's ahead is an easy payday, but when Nicole gives him the slip so she can chase a lead on a murder cover-up, Milo realizes that nothing ever goes simply with him and Nicole. The exes continually one-up each other - until they find themselves on the run for their lives.
Excerpt: The Film Romantic comedies either work or they fall flat. In the case of latter it is usually because someone decides that high concept is the way to go. This certainly explains The Bounty Hunter , which features Gerard Butler as a cop turned title profession, who has a simple task: bring in his ex-wife (Jennifer Aniston) who has skipped bail. See, right there you have a really simple concept that could make for a predictable but enjoyable romp.
Excerpt: As cold and calculating as the heart of a Hollywood accountant, The Bounty Hunter is the caper comedy that keeps on taking. I've already given it nearly two irretrievable hours, and here I am again, facing the sucking void of the contemporary mainstream romantic comedy and trying to hold onto my pocket change and what's left of my dignity.
Summary: This tale of a bounty hunter chasing his felonious ex-wife is just as eye-rollingly predictable and absurd as you would think, barely skating by on the charms of its stars and supporting cast.
Excerpt: The Bounty Hunter mostly wants to be Mr. And Mrs. Smith , a questionable goal it fails at miserably, but it’s in the rare moments it tries to be State Of Play that it truly becomes unwatchable. It’s like screenwriter Sarah Thorp tried to paraphrase the cliff notes of You’ve Got Mail in between season five episodes of The Wire and YouTube clips of Dog the Bounty Hunter and Beth Chapman arguing about how many minutes it’s been since he had his last cigarette.
Excerpt: Based on the onscreen evidence, not a single person in front of or behind the camera cared a whit about how The Bounty Hunter turned out. Director Andy Tennant and his two stars, Gerard Butler and Jennifer Aniston, are all battle-tested veterans of forgettable romantic comedies: Tennant is responsible for Fools Rush In , Sweet Home Alabama , Hitch , and Fool’s Gold ; Butler played creeps of different flavors in P.S.