The jury is still out, but I seriously think “The Truth About Charlie” may be one of the 10 worst movies I’ve ever seen. Jonathan Demme should be ashamed. In the first hour I repeatedly thought, while huffily checking my watch, “This is the most boring movie I’ve ever seen.” The ludicrous image of Mark Wahlberg wearing, variously, a beret and a fedora didn’t help. Then things got seriously stupid, random, insane and meaningless. The direction, the acting, the pacing, the script itself were all mind-blowingly horrible.
The luminous Thandie Newton deserves much better, and Marky Mark should rethink doing romantic parts – there was absolutely no chemistry between them. (Maybe he should just break down and do a romantic comedy with George Clooney.)
For some reason this experience reminded me of another one of the handful of times I contemplated walking out of a movie (I’ve never actually done it): “Ricochet,” where Denzel Washington tries to catch John Lithgow before he kills anyone else with a power drill.
“Ricochet” was better than this.