Breaking my own rule of not reviewing a film before its release to warn people not to see this terrible, terrible movie.
Opening with McGregor doing a contrived, Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins-level, cockney accent, and only getting worse with Liverpool native Kim Cattrall's attempt at a London educated political advisor, the opening hour is a battle to see who can do the worst English dialect. Brosnan and McGregor's attempts are mystifying. McGregor is known for his Scottish brogue, and also delivered a well received impression of Sir Alec Guinness in Star Wars, so why not repeat that, or just make his character Scottish and use his native accent?? Brosnan is known to audiences on both sides of the Atlantic for his portrayal of them most well known ficitonal English character since Robin Hood, James Bond, so why not repeat his style of speech? Cattrall suffers from her familiarity to audiences as New York socialite Samantha Jones in Sex and the City, so from her opening scene it's difficult to accept her as a political advisor. The accent that changes through out the film, sometimes in the same scene, does not help her case. Her final scene, descending into tears, only to straighten up and recover from this outburst of emotion is unintentionally laughable, as are many others in the film. From the principal cast, only Olivia Wiliams emerges with any credibility.
While McGregor's flight to the States, transfer flight to a second airport, taxi, ferry and finally arrival at the former prime minister's American home serve to illustrate the isolation of the location where he must rewrite Brosnan's memoirs. We don't need another 10 minute car journey, ferry ride, and second drive to reinforce this. I'm pretty sure I can find his destination, such is the impact the monotonous drone of the product placed sat nav had on me.
Despite all this, I tried to enjoy the film, but a gaping plot hole two thirds of the way through the film ended my interest in this "thriller" and I was tempted to leave a film for the first time ever. An earlier plot hole was almost acceptable from the point of view of moving the film along, but this second was the straw that broke the camel's back.
I had forgotten the director, so spent some time trying to remember what hack director had been recruited from a second rate reality TV series to helm this. When "A Roman Polanski Movie" appeared on the closing credits, I nearly fainted from the shock.