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Review: New Year's Eve

Feast of forced fun
By PETER KEOUGH  |  December 6, 2011
0.5 0.5 Stars



Lately Garry Marshall has shown a certain genius for turning miserable holidays into terrible movies. With Valentine's Day he showed how that celebration of masochism can be a vehicle for smarmy sentiments, musty jokes, and rickety contrivances. Here the eponymous feast of forced fun takes a beating, not to mention some Oscar winners who might add firing their agents to their list of resolutions. A mousy neurotic (Michelle Pfeiffer) hires a bike messenger (Zac Efron) to help her fulfill her bucket-list of wishes. A dying cancer patient (Robert De Niro) wants to see the ball drop one last time in Times Square; his nurse (Halle Berry) might help make that happen, but not if the mistress of ceremonies (Hilary Swank) can't get the balky ball to work. Meanwhile, a jaded hipster (Ashton Kutcher) and an aspiring singer (Lea Michele) are trapped in an elevator. A busted ball and a stalled elevator? Someone get this movie some Viagra.

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