Juggling angry Russians, the British Mi5, and an international terrorist, debonair art dealer and part time rogue Charlie Mortdecai races to recover a stolen painting rumored to contain a code that leads to lost Nazi gold.
Though the books are brilliant, Depp’s attempt to make his own Terry-Thomas movie feels tired and more than a little tortured.
he poster is awful. The premise is awful. To be frank, quite a lot about it is awful: a middle-aged comedy caper of the kind not seen since Peter Sellers’s final outings as Clouseau and Fu Manchu. But in its dopey and silly way, it does deliver one or two daft laughs.
There are some laughs along the way but not nearly enough of them.
No doubt they had a hoot filming it, but watching it is painful.
There are some droll moments but consistent laughs are elusive. The result is a handsomely dressed curio, much like Mortdecai himself.
Dear god, this is the Carry On film written, directed and produced by your own nightmares.
The result is a handsomely dressed curio, much like Mortdecai himself.
Johnny Depp is insufferable in a dismally unfunny comic thriller with only one decent joke.
David Koepp’s frantic, formless comedy.
General release. Check local listings for show times.
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