There's a scene in which Regina Hall *begs* Morris Chestnut to have sex with the young beautiful woman, and he lets a single tear roll down his cheek. If that sounds awesome to you, I highly recommend the film. If it sounds awful to you, then for the love of God, avoid this like the plague.
I enjoy movies like this, because God, the final product raises a thousand different questions. It's one of those movies where you can try…
AGENT: "Laura! Have I got a great role for you! It's in a Clint Eastwood movie!"
LAURA LINNEY: "Great! Am I playing the concerned wife or the concerned mother?"
AGENT: "... how did you know?"
Up on nearly a decade without a good Clint movie. Aaron Eckhart can face off with Colin Farrell in The Lobster and Nic Cage in The Trust for 2016's Best Supporting Mustache in a Feature Film, though.
I read a lot of reviews that specifically called out the concept of bees sensing royalty as "stupid." I asked my Twitter followers why this bit about the bees was stupider than elements in critically-acclaimed sci-fi space operas, such as The Force or a talking tree that only says "I Am Groot." No one has given me an answer. Probably because there isn't one, other than "Because I like those movies, and I didn't like this one."
I get not…