If ever a movie premiere's guest list was indicative of its calibre... Not that I've seen the film in question, mind, but when a guest list is this bad there's little chance I ever will.
Right so. We have the film's stars, Jennifer Aniston and Gerard Butler, swinging out of each other, nay clinging to each other as if their careers depended on it. There's full length photos of Aniston in a short dress, mid hair flick, worrying that it's going to rain...Gerard mugging the camera and laughing at Aniston's banter before making a grab for her ass, blah, blah, blah... but who else took the opportunity to be photographed with two of Hollywood's shiniest stars?
This dude who looks like he's attempting an Vulcan form of suicide. Then again, he is the film's director. Who else... hhhmmmmmm, some classical man band by the name of Blake... and AHSAAAHLEEEEEEEYNE double barrel features (that's referencing her surname, not her double barrelled features) from a indeterminable Big Brother of yore. You may not recognise her with ner nipples covered, but it's her.
Aaaand that's all, folks. Now, stand back and watch the box office set itself a fizzle.
... phffffffffffttt.
