Every marriage has problems,
but not all are meant to be solved. At least that’s what Dave
believes in this mess of generic marital issues, commonplace romance
and predictable solutions. The location is certainly a paradise,
but serves only to momentarily divert the eyes from the boring characters
hashing out their unconvincing disagreements. Traveling to this
“Disneyland for adults,” (or as Favreau exclaims, “this
looks like a screensaver!”) provides an opportunity for four
distressed lovers to reignite the dying flames of love. What it
doesn’t afford is a single new idea or fresh joke.
Bateman plays his usual character, as does Favreau and Vaughn,
further amplifying the familiarity of the roles and situations.
Jean Reno doesn’t stray far from his turn in The Pink Panther
films, and the alarmingly suggestive, inappropriate yoga and uncomfortable
nudity exercises strive for easy yet repetitive gags. The few
scenes of therapy show the natural humor stemming from watching
others discuss their relationship quandaries, the beach bodies
are pleasantly frequent, and a few sequences absolutely don’t
belong in Couples Retreat – almost as if they were brainstormed
ideas that writers Vaughn and Favreau just couldn’t live
without. As the four couples’ love lives are dissected,
demolished and then repaired, the only retreat moviegoers will
find will be the back of their eyelids.
- The Massie Twins
LAAAAAAAME! Anything with Vince Vaughn is lame =\