How many times have I told myself not to watch UK movies? Plenty. This time, however, I didn't pay close attention to the country that produced this movie. "Fortunately," I didn't get to wait long to recognize the putrid ingredients in this poorly cooked slice of a British Pie movie. The flavor of the jokes here totally smells as if they have been picked up and placed on a plate straight from a men's toilet left full after an American party. The guys spoke too much like the blondest social butterflies where they didn't have to and would frigidly say nothing in the parts where I so expected them to open their mouth. The girls had no spice either: they must have been hand-picked by the worst looks in the pool of extras. Choose a movie. Choose a review. Choose where to watch it. But why would anyone want to watch a movie like this?
Review of Neil's Party
