I hated Sex Tape so much I stopped watching after 7 truly excruciating minutes. Just, too too awful for words.
Life in South Africa is so odd, everything you think is normal just isn’t, and all those things you think should be completely unusual are taken in stride. I often describe living here as being stuck in the pages of Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels, and not in a good way. So I’ve got a soft spot for Lemuel Gulliver and his disorienting travels into Lilliput and Brobdingnag. But, whilst this latest movie version is sweet enough, and entertaining enough, it’s kind of light-weight, really and mostly pretty forgettable. It stars Jack Black (as Jack Black, apparently – this is the “All-Jack-All-the-Time-Show”), though the rest of the cast including Emily Blunt, and Catherine Tate, and James Corden and Billy Connolly, are most heinously wasted.
It is interesting though from a locations point-of-view. Two great British landmarks – Blenheim Palace in Oxfordshire, and the Old Royal Naval College in my old stomping ground of Greenwich, both utterly exquisite – become pint-sized palaces on cliffs by the sea. Quite effective too.