It was promising until our heros got to Budapest. Here, the makers elected to insert one of the dumbest and most overused stuffings there is, one that seems to be irresistable to bad screenwriters wanting to fill gaps: The guy with a prostitute in his lap when his wife calls. In this movie, an enormous panic is triggered with the guy and his friend. What to do?? ANSWER, OF COURSE. In the nightclub. What follows is a Laurel and Hardy type slapstick where the wife back home demands a photo of the guy in the location he lied about going to, London. Friend says a dumb line about tea (because London etc) loudly in the background as the conversation is on.
Arms and legs! Wild eyes! Oh my god, what to do!
Seriously, this crap thinking is just top shelf annoying and makes ppl turn it off. As if the guy can´t just reject or ignore the call with a perfectly good excuse for doing so.
Review of Budapest
