Not hard to love: When stick-dumb movies just lay out their idiotic premise right in the title — call it the Snakes on a Plane Syndrome — hiding nothing, leaving no recourse for shame or cross-marketing vagueness or anything else, really, that might mess with the movie’s ability to rise or fall on its dubious merits as all movies should. (It could be a Google translation tool.) Steve Pink’s piquant comedy Hot Tub Time Machine is all the title promises and a splash of urine and exactly nothing much more, which is why it’s funny, and why lowered expectations should be a vital area of sociopsychological study for Hollywood publicists. Imagine the manure we wouldn’t have to wade through.
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On DVD: John Cusack Gets Menopausal in Hot Tub Time Machine
