Who knows why Donald Sutherland agreed to star in this tedious adventure comedy?
Not only is he subjected to a script so awful it hurts, they make him adopt a British accent straight out of Noel Coward.
He's far from the only one embarrassing himself in this tale of treasure hunters searching for a shipwreck. Matthew McConaughey spends the movie with his shirt off in a desperate bid to drum up female interest – sorry, mate, no sale – while our own Ewen Bremner attempts what is meant to be a Ukrainian accent, but only if Ukraine has moved to just outside Falkirk.
The only interest is in seeing how spookily Kate Hudson, Goldie Hawn's daughter, now resembles her mother.
It’s hard to believe that when Matthew McConaughey broke through in A Time to Kill he was being hailed as the new Paul Newman.
Obviously, we were all dazzled by the superficial resemblance, because in talent terms McConaughey has done nothing to justify the comparison. After a long line of dreadful films you hoped he had scraped the bottom of the barrel, but with this one you discover the barrel has a concealed basement.
This is awful stuff – poorly acted, badly directed, and insufferably and inexplicably smug.
McConaughey is a treasure hunter who has split up from wife Kate Hudson. Their marriage broke up over his obsession with finding a legendary 18th century treasure.
But when a clue turns up that may provide the actual location of the treasure McConaughey also believes it will give him and Hudson the opportunity to get back together again.
Review by Alison Rowat © The Herald
Review by Andy Dougan © Evening Times