Selena Gomez and something called a Leighton Meester star in this film in which a girl flying to Paris gets mistaken for a socialite and presumably gets treated to some sort of makeover set to a K.T. Tunstall song. They lose a million-dollar necklace and risk being discovered as imposters. I…I can’t relate to any of this. Still, I bet she wears some stunning gowns, so I give this film sixth place.
The thing I like about New Year’s Eve is that it’s all over the place, so it doesn’t bother you in one specific way long enough to do any damage. Ludacris bugging you? Wait thirty seconds and it will be Seth Meyer’s or Ashton Kutcher’s turn. It’s like being shown brief clips of 14 genocides instead of an in-depth study of one. It’s bad, but mitigated by the fact that you’re not invested. Also, it’s got Zac Efron, and his eyes are amazing. So much truth in them.
(Editor’s Note: I actually saw this film, and it might be the worst movie of 2011.)
I like the premise of this film, in which we see two people meet each other on the night of their college graduation (July 15, 1988). It then checks back in with these two people every July 15th for the next 23 years, as they negotiate life and determine what they want (hint: each other?).
I like the narrative structure of this, but establishing a film based on 46 disparate and independent scenes takes some real talent, and the consenus is that the film isn’t up to the task. That said, I’d rather see an ambitious concept flop than Adam Sandler or Dane Cook woo a girl, so I put this one at four.