Ticket to Paradise

The gnawing arbitrariness of Ticket to Paradise cuts to the heart of why the Hollywood rom-com has been so deficient for so long, often turning to outrageously silly premises just to throw some obstacles in the way.

You know exactly what's going to happen from the moment you sit down, but it doesn't matter!

From Hawks to Ephron, the genre’s greats rooted their conflicts in differences of class or culture, a link to reality balancing out the glamour which Parker demonstrates no interest in pursuing.

Ticket to Paradise is more staycation than vacation, and as such it is equally as memorable.

You could feed a bot a steady diet of ’90s entries in this genre and it would spit out something approximating Ticket to Paradise.

George and Julia spark and sparkle, which is what the trailers promise, and it’s what the movie delivers.

The audience remains passive, unable to eperience the emotional immersion that a romantic story usually provides. [Full review in Spanish]

Filled with immature, unfunny foolishness with the assumption that we'll find it charming just because of who’s on screen.

Timing is everything. Roberts and Clooney share the comic variety, and arrives in cinemas exactly when we need entertainment, laughter and escape, welcoming audiences with open arms. The story is standard, but the timing of its arrival is first class.

Yes, dumb comedies sometimes require you to turn off your brain for a couple hours, but do you have to also turn off your soul?