A third-circle-of-hell kind of film, Leap Year would make fools of us all for thinking that a brand-name actor picture being swiftly dumped into theaters so soon after the awards season has concluded, could contain within it any redeeming qualities whatsoever. It raises questions about many things that have nothing to do with the “story” that was filmed, namely: What sort of transgressions did fine actors like Amy Adams and Matthew Goode enact in order to get themselves consigned to this punishment? Is the studio system this broken that romantic comedy scripts without a single joke or likeable character are being assigned directors and many millions of dollars for exotic overseas shoots? And how is it, exactly, that all of Ireland is blooming with spring-like color in February?…
Leap Year is now playing everywhere, to our eternal regret. Read the full review at filmcritic.com.