Review: My Super Ex-Girlfriend
I think the above production still of Uma Thurman with a chain saw from My Super Ex-Girlfriend would make a great Myspace profile picture. In fact, if I could get my hands on a pair of really cool sunglasses like that and of course, a large orange chain saw, I would totally try to recreate it with one of my photographer friends. There's something completely hilarious and not just a little bit menacing about Uma in this shot that I think it very sexy. She's taken a hold of the reigns and is riding her star persona as a statuesque, goddess-like unattainable object all the way to the bank. It's applause worthy.
Unfortunately then that My Super Ex as a movie isn't really worth quite such an ovation. As a premise—that neurotic chick you just dumped turns out to have amazing super powers—it's comic gold but in execution, the movie's a bit slow and boring. Boy meets girl, boy sleeps with girl, boy discovers girl touched a weird radiating asteroid and gets irrationally jealous when dumped shouldn't take as long as it does to get set up. In some of his past movies director Ivan Reitman has shown he has serious comedic chops (Ghostbusters, Legal Eagles, Stripes) but here, some of the best bits seem to just lie on the screen like a dead fish. A better version of this movie would have faster paced, smarter editing and more room for brilliant supporting players like Anna Faris and Eddie Izzard to shine. The weakest link regarding the performances is actually Luke Wilson, who seems to have lost whatever ordinary dude charm he exhibited in Bottle Rocket, for the worst kind of beige screen presence. His acting makes us sleepy and lethargic just thinking about him again.
As for Uma, her talents and performances are mixed. For every The Truth About Cats and Dogs or Prime that she appears in, she seems determined to also lend her assets to such dreck as a Be Cool or Batman and Robin. It's perplexing. She has the capacity to poke fun at herself, be completely emotionally believable and heave a gnashing shark through a plate glass window. Surely there should be nothing cinematic she can't conquer.