Aisle of shame
at the blameless screen. A sheep is dressed as a lady. A big bag of drugs goes missing. Somebody throws up in his lobster dinner.
We can forgive these outrages. We can forgive the woeful acting. But we can’t forgive what they’ve done to Olivia Newton-John. Caught up in the film’s appalling tonal inconsistency, poor ONJ begins as a slightly racy potential mother-in-law, before ingesting a sack of cocaine and turning into a monster of botoxed lasciviousness. It’s like watching your nicest maiden aunt doing something procreative with a surprised postman. Leave the poor woman alone, you jerks.
Laura Brent, Olivia Newton John and Rebel Wilson in A Few Best Men