When I started watching ONE FOR THE MONEY I didn’t like it because I thought it was a yet another uninspired take on the bounty hunter formula. While the movie purports to be an action oriented romantic comedy, it is shockingly devoid of romance, laughter or action of any kind. MONEY just kind of runs Katherine Heigl out there as the poster child for the bloated romcom genre and hopes to paper over the film’s slower moments with some of her trademark wit and sparkling personality. Which is kind like tying lead weights to the legs of an unsuspecting swimmer and asking them to swim the Channel blindfolded.
MONEY is also living in a pre-CSI world, where in a fit of delusional thinking, it purports to cast a name star in a walk on role and then expect the audience to act surprised when that character turns out to be the mysterious kingpin in the film’s climax.
As bad as MONEY is, and it’s terrible through and through, it only gets worse when you find out the thing was based on a popular book by Janet Evanovich. Which means someone either butchered the adaptation with a rusty desert fork or, terrifyingly, this may be an accurate representation of the source material. And if that’s the case we all need to pack up our toys and go home, because things aren’t going to get any better.