RUSSELL CROWE BUMBLES THROUGH THIS FLOP AS A SUCCESSFUL, ASSHOLE TRADER WHO INHERITS AN ITALIAN VINEYARD FROM HIS DRUNK UNCLE. SOUNDS LIKE A PRETTY GOOD YEAR, RIGHT? IN THE MIDST OF ALL THE EXCITEMENT, CREATED BY THE ORIGINAL SCRIPT, STUDIO EXECS FAILED TO NOTICE THAT IT ALSO SOUNDS LIKE A PRETTY GODDAMN BAD MOVIE. I HAD A GOOD YEAR ONCE. IT WAS 1982. I WAS ONE YEAR OLD. DURING MY GOOD YEAR REAGAN WAS IN OFFICE AND STRANGE WOMEN CALLED "NANNIES" CARRIED ME, FED ME, BURPED ME, WIPED MY ASS AND SUNG ME TO SLEEP. THOSE ARE JUST SOME OF THE HIGHLIGHTS. MAYBE I COULD MAKE A MOVIE BASED ON THAT YEAR. THOSE DAYS ARE LONG GONE THOUGH. I CRAPPED MYSELF AT A COLLEGE PARTY JUST TO MAKE SURE. NO ONE CAME TO MY RESCUE. THE MUSIC JUST STOPPED AND PEOPLE AVOIDED ME. I THINK MY GIRLFRIEND CRIED A LITTLE. ANYWAY, RUSSEL MUST'VE DONE A LOT OF CHARACTER RESEARCH TO TRANSFORM INTO A RICH DICKHEAD. THIS IS EVIDENT BY HOW WELL HE PLAYS HIS PART. UNFORTUNATELY, ASIDE FROM THE SCENIC ITALIAN LANDSCAPE, THAT SAME SORT OF DEDICATION "RUSS THE BUS" DELIVERED, IS COMPLETELY ABSENT IN THIS FILM. SKIP THIS MISFIRE AND RENT ANYTHING ELSE.
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